Admiral, Your Wife Is Gone ABO - Chapter 3
In the end, Huo Lanjing never returned. Instead, he asked Luo Le how he wanted to handle Young Master Lin.
Enraged, Luo Le deliberately went missing several times, but Huo Lanjing never came back.
From that moment on, Luo Le knew clearly that Huo Lanjing felt no affection for him.
As long as he didn’t die, that was all that mattered.
I’m tired. Where’s your room? I want to sleep, Luo Le said, wanting to end the conversation.
Huo Lanjing turned and walked silently to his study.
Watching his retreating figure, Luo Le suddenly felt foolish. He chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Young Master, are you tired? Do you want to rest? Xiao Yuan knows where Master’s room is.
Luo Le nodded at the suddenly appearing small sphere.
Then I’ll trouble you, Xiao Yuan.
It’s Xiao Yuan, not Xiao Yuan Sphere, Young Master.
Luo Le’s mood lifted slightly. Smiling, he deliberately teased it, Alright, Xiao Yuan Sphere.
It’s Xiao Yuan, not Xiao Yuan Sphere, Young Master.
Luo Le and Xiao Yuan bickered all the way, as if he were seeking comfort from the only familiar presence.
Huo Lanjing’s room was simple, decorated in black and white with no unnecessary items. It contained only a built-in wardrobe, a bathroom, and a large bed. The quilt on the bed was folded neatly.
Young Master, rest well. Xiao Yuan will leave now.
Luo Le hummed in acknowledgment and closed the door.
He felt sticky and uncomfortable, especially the hand where he had torn off the bandage.
Luo Le had nothing on him. He walked over and opened the closet.
Huo Lanjing’s wardrobe was sparse, mostly military uniforms with a few suits.
Where are the pajamas?
Luo Le rummaged through the clothes and found a set of gray silk pajamas.
Just one set.
After hesitating for a moment, Luo Le grabbed a shirt and headed to the bathroom.
His wound hadn’t scabbed over yet, so he could only give himself a quick wipe-down.
After washing up, Luo Le wrapped a towel around his head and began rebandaging his wound.
The door suddenly opened, and he paused to look up.
Huo Lanjing entered first, followed by Xiao Yuan.
The moment Huo Lanjing stepped inside, he detected a grapefruit scent in the air and frowned in displeasure.
Good thing I didn’t let Lin Ye come.
Huo Lanjing approached him.
Luo Le abruptly stood up, tilting his head to look at him. What’s wrong?
Huo Lanjing’s gaze drifted slightly.
Luo Le was wearing only his shirt, which fell ten centimeters above his knees.
Perhaps because he had just showered, his voice was soft and slightly husky.
Why aren’t you wearing an inhibitor patch? Huo Lanjing’s voice was rough.
Luo Le touched the back of his neck. I ran out.
He watched as Huo Lanjing lowered his gaze in thought, then walked to the desk and opened a drawer.
He retrieved a box and returned to hand it to Luo Le.
Put this on.
Luo Le looked down at the box in his hand. The protective film had been removed.
He paused, then opened the box.
Inside were five patches, with two missing from the top layer.
An Omega has been here, and they used these patches.
The realization sent Luo Le’s heart plummeting.
He hadn’t seen Huo Lanjing in one year and three days.
They hadn’t even video-called more than a few times.
Had Huo Lanjing found someone new this past year?
Or was what those people from the Empire said true? That Huo Lanjing had always had someone in his heart…
How far had they progressed…?
Was Huo Lanjing preparing to divorce him…?
These questions swirled in his mind, refusing to dissipate.
There’s also a Smart Brain, a new one. Just enter your ID to use it.
Luo Le responded with a listless Oh, finished applying the suppressants, and began treating his own wounds.
Mm.
Neither spoke further.