Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
Chapter 722: Let Fate Decide

Chapter 722: Let Fate Decide

Carolyn's POV:

"Yes, that does happen, right? Some werewolves go their whole lives without encountering their fated mate. It shows how complex human emotions can be. Even the powerful Moon Goddess cannot find a mate for every one of her subjects."

Cynthia nodded eagerly, "Oh yes, that's true. There are many such stories in history that have been turned into wonderful plays."

"Destined bonds are indeed great," Yarin said, "But even without destiny's guidance, isn't it romantic to venture on our own to seek true love?"

The children already had their own views on love, and I agreed, "Absolutely, whether it's love, friendship, or family affection, human emotions are not the elusive images depicted in poems. They are complex, simple, chaotic, and clear, just like a tangled ball of yarn with hidden origins beneath its surface. We can't rush to tie the knot; we should be patient and let things unfold naturally."

"Do you also hope to let things unfold naturally, Aunt Carolyn?" Yarin asked.

"Of course, rushing into things is not the way to go. When fate decides, my true love will naturally appear."

"But what if he never appears?" he pressed, and Cynthia rolled her eyes.

I chuckled and replied nonchalantly, "Then so be it. Love is not the sole purpose of my existence. Life is not perfect, but cherishing the present is good enough. As for the future and who will come and go, that's too far ahead. I don't know, and I can't control it. Luckily, I leave it all to fate to see where it will lead my love."

"You're so carefree," Cynthia admired. "I wish I could be like that when I grow up. I have so many things I want to do, love in the opera is enough for me. I don't want to waste my time on it."

"Haha! As long as you want to, sweethheart, you're the one who gets to decide."

She looked adorable, and I couldn't resist hugging her, earning myself a sweet, affectionate hug in return.

Yarin was still standing there, a bit distracted since he heard my 'carefree speech'.

I put my arm around his shoulder and asked, "And what about you, Yarin? Do you already have someone you like?"

He instinctively said, "Yes," but quickly realized it and blushed, denying, "N-no, I don't, I don't like anyone."

Cynthia let out a loud and disdainful snort.

Seeing their back-and-forth eye contact, I immediately understood and tactfully said, "All right, it's fine if you don't have anyone. You're still young, and the future is vast."

"But," I changed the subject, asking, "Really? You don't have a crush on anyone at school?" "No!"

Yarin almost shouted, and Cynthia and I burst into laughter.

The opera had already ended, and it was almost noon. My father would arrive in the afternoon, so I took the opportunity to take the kids to visit my high school.

Sivir Academy remained the same, with its grand lecture buildings, spacious courtyards, and pathways leading to endless possibilities for students' futures.

Even the food street at the school gate had grown larger. It transformed from a few scattered dessert carts and meat roll stalls into a whole food court, bustling with people and filled with the aroma of oil and sugar.

"Mixtures of sugar and oil, responsible for countless office workers' lives," I couldn't help but exclaim. Though I wasn't an office worker, I still couldn't resist the satisfaction and joy brought by high-calorie treats.

We decided to have lunch at the food court today at Yarin's suggestion. After all, the prince and princess were not immune to worldly delights. They were just kids who couldn't resist the temptation of beautiful candy apples.

As we were about to enter the food court, a man in simple black and gray sportswear appeared next to us. Yarin and Cynthia showed no surprise at his appearance, and neither did I, as I knew there were always specialized personnel secretly protecting the children.

"This is Spil, my private butler," Yarin introduced.

"Hello, Mr. Spil."

"Hello, Ms. Carolyn."

For some reason, I felt a subtle hint of shyness on his serious face.

"I'll act as your food tester, ensuring the safety and cleanliness of the food. I'll try not to make any noise and conceal my presence. Please don't mind me, and enjoy your lunch to the fullest," he said.

A food tester, wow, a truly 'royal' occupation.

I showed respect and understanding, "Of course, thank you."

I remembered a particularly delicious roast chicken shop. The owner was also from my hometown and had authentic Southern Pack-style cooking skills. While studying at the Lycan Pack's university, I often came here to listen to the accent of my hometown, have a hometown dinner, and then felt satisfied for the whole week.

But when I followed my memory and arrived at the shop, I found that it no longer looked like what I remembered.

"It's closed..." I couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed. It was still there the last time I came. The shop's facade was now renovated in Mediterranean style, and the scent of seafood paella wafted from the door.

Looking around, many shops gave me a sense of familiarity—a familiar sense one would find in the human world.