A Chance towards Happiness

Chapter fifty one: Maybe we got lost in translation

It was morning when Tasha noticed that her nephew hadn't woken up. Usually, Alver would be awake by now and would probably be training. She thought maybe Alver overslept which was rare.

Tasha decided to wake up her nephew since Alver wouldn't like it if he wasn't woken up early. She knocked on his door but there was no answer so she entered.

What welcomed her was a sweet scene of a couple who got reunited after such a long time. Tasha was elated seeing the kind redhead but she didn't expect seeing him, them, like this.

Observing her nephew's sleeping expression, this was the first she'd seen him this relaxed. He was like those whipped husbands who couldn't relax when they couldn't see their wife. It was that kind of expression. She didn't know what overtook her, she just decided to capture the moment in her magic recording device.

Tasha exited the prince's room, letting him rest for a little longer.

Alver must've missed him so much he didn't let him go home, Tasha thought as she unknowingly smiled.

Alver woke up after feeling something squirmed on top of him. He forced his eyes open then he found a bundle of red hair. He finally recalled that the drunk Cale barged into his room thinking it was his own room.

Cale was sleeping soundly, his head was on Alver's chest while his arm was wrapped on the prince's torso. Simply put, half of Cale's body was on top of the crown prince.

"Cale, wake up. It's morning," Alver said as he gently tapped his body.

Instead of waking up, Cale curled and mumbled, "want to sleep more."

Defeated, Alver just slipped away and tucked Cale in. He washed himself and went out to do his duties. Upon entering his office, Tasha was already there.

"Someone's in a good mood today," Tasha said.

"Is it too obvious?" Alver said, his smile was not leaving his face. Tasha chuckled as she placed the brewed tea on Alver's table.

"I am happy for you, Alver. But you should marry him first before spending the night together," Tasha responded and Alver almost choked on his morning tea.

"Aunt, it's not like that. Don't misunderstand," Alver replied, blushing slightly which didn't go unnoticed.

"Hmm, if you say so," Tasha said, her expression saying she didn't believe him.

That morning Alver was too motivated on his work, he ended up finishing all his paperwork for the day.

Meanwhile, Cale woke up just during lunch. He stretched his body as he looked around and noticed that the room he was in wasn't his own room. He then remembered what transpired last night as his hangover began to take over his head. Suddenly, an insect bit him on his neck which made it itchy so he scratched it until it reddened.

"Ugh, I hope they won't get mad at me for not coming home last night," Cale muttered as he stood and went back to his home, forgetting the fact that he wasn't wearing the clothes he had yesterday.

Cale was suffering from a hangover so his gift was a little off. He teleported back to his home's dining area where his family was currently eating. Deruth and Violan raised their brows upon seeing Cale's state. Even the servants present were surprised.

"Hmm? Dad, Mother? Basen, Lily? Oh, I'm back," Cale said, a little surprise from where he landed. Deruth squinted his eyes as he examined his son.

"Cale, where have you been? And whose clothes are that?" Deruth asked.

"Ah, this is Alver-hyung's shirt. I slept with him last night," Cale answered with no filter whatsoever. Not knowing what his response would entail.

His answer made Basen choked on his drink, Violan uncharacteristically dropped her silverware, Deruth had his nerves ready to pop out, the servants near them let out a silent gasp and Lily wondered why their reaction was like that when her Orabeoni just slept with his friend.