Pregnant and Favored: See You in the Morning, Young Master novel Chapter 642

Zivon simply couldn’t process why he felt so pissed about the thought of Xavia and Keith together… How frustrating!

Regardless, five minutes soon passed… then six… and ten. She was nowhere to be seen! She hadn’t replied to his message either! So she was just planning to ignore him?!

Placing his cell phone aside, the irked man then headed toward the door. The second he got up, Maison—who couldn’t sleep without his father—immediately sat up before asking, “Daddy…? Where are you off to…?”

After pausing for a bit, he eventually replied, “…I’m off to catch a wild cat.”

Following that, he continued striding out into the dark courtyard… Even though there were lights along the path, they didn’t particularly do a good job at keeping the area lit due to all the trees around. Darkness aside, with the occasional rustle of leaves and the subtle croaking of frogs by the pond, it was honestly a rather scary time to be walking around…

Even so, the man in the bathrobe simply continued making his way to the North Court without even flinching.

Meanwhile, a patrolling servant was keeping an eye out for anything suspicious… and the second he noticed a white figure rapidly coming his way, the servant instantly went pale as he fell to the ground while yelling, “G-ghost…!”

The servant’s racket made Zivon raise a brow. He had been very pissed to begin with, so this prompted him to reply, “…Ghost, you, say? Why don’t you capture it for me?”

…T-that voice belonged to Young Master Zivon! Had he actually just called the young master a ghost?! That was even more terrifying compared to encountering an apparition!

Quickly snapping out of it, the servant then got to his feet before saying, “I-I apologize, Young Master Zivon! My eyes were playing tricks on me since you walked all the way out to this dark area in only your bathrobe! That aside, do you have an emergency? I’ll do my best to help and I’ll make up for my mistake even if I have to die…!”

“Just get lost,” grumbled Zivon—who was in no mood to deal with the servant—as he continued walking on in his dignified pace…

It was only after he arrived at the pavilion when he found himself pausing. His expression went dark as he wondered why the hell he was even doing this. He had never been so out of control to the point of leaving the house in only his bathrobe and slippers! For f*ck’s sake!