The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra

Arren really thought he guessed right because the alpha didn't say anything, and his smile broadened even more. Seeing how happy he was, Spade decided to leave it alone and change the subject. In any case, he'd soon reveal his true identity to the omega.

"I already prepared your breakfast, you need to eat then take medicine even though the fever had gone down," that was also why Spade went into the bedroom, if Arren didn't wake up yet, he would wake him up because he needed to eat and take his medicine. In addition, the doctor advised the omega to rest.

"Oh, breakfast..." Arren was up for it because he was hungry, "Before that, could I change my clothes first?" Arren really felt like he needed to take a shower, he wasn't dirty or anything, but it was still uncomfortable.

However, because he still had a slight fever and cold, he couldn't, but changing his clothes was fine. He was still wearing his black shirt and pants from yesterday when he wanted to look like a delivery man.

Spade didn't have to think about it and simply nodded. He also believes that the omega needed to change his clothes because he was soaked in the rain the day before. Actually, it was his negligence that he didn't change the omega's clothes.

No one could blame him though; while Spade wasn't that innocent in that area, he still didn't have any intention to undress the omega without his permission. As for contacting someone, he really didn't think about it at all.

He had a lot on his mind last night, on top of being concerned about the omega. Fortunately, the fever did not worsen and subsided sooner after he took the medication.

Even with all of that, Spade didn't sleep a wink last night. He was worried that the omega would have another nightmare, but he soon relaxed when Arren fell asleep peacefully. Spade only remembered the clothes this morning.

"Of course, you can. I already prepared your clothes. You just choose whatever suits you." Spade calmly stated. His deep voice was especially attractive. Arren, who had only recently recovered, couldn't help but be willful and flirty again.

Arren smiled sweetly as he combed the quilt with his hands. His phoenix eyes had a bright glow when he gazes at the alpha. "Thank you... Mister Investigator, you really help me a lot. Ah, how presumptuous of me to even let you prepare my own clothes," the thought-provoking tone traveled through the ears of the alpha, "Hopefully, I would pay back this favor," Arren lowered his head and the tone sank low as his voice was sweet and mellow.

Anyone who could hear him would be deeply sorry. Hah, the alpha might have no idea that he was an expert on being a white lotus sometimes.

Arren had no idea, but Spade was well aware of his personality by this point. He was playful and mischievous, among other things. So, his act had been seen through from the start. Spade couldn't help but shake his head silently. The omega was perfectly fine now that he was in the mood to flirt.

So, knowing what would happen if he went along with Arren, Spade decided to end it first. "It's fine, and as for the favor..." Spade paused, a smirk forming on his lips and his eyes flashing with light. "...it will be paid sooner than you think," Spade said as he turned to ring Arren's clothes.

A chill ran down Arren's spine as a foreboding feeling enveloped him. He immediately raised his head to look at the alpha, but all he saw was his back. He couldn't help but wonder... What exactly did the alpha mean?

There was no use thinking about it. As per Arren's personality, he would first take care of the matter at hand before thinking about the next one. He was, after all, the personification of focusing on the present rather than the future.

Once Spade put the new clothes in the bedroom, Arren looked for what he thought was okay. He washed for about ten minutes and then changed his clothes. And after he was done, he went out of the bathroom.

Once he was out, Arren didn't see Spade inside. Perhaps he was preparing the meal. Now that he felt comfortable, he decided to explore the room. He meant to exit the bedroom and enter the living room.

It was quite stuffy inside, and he assumed they would eat at the dining table rather than on the bed. Arren, as much as he desired a breakfast-in-bed romantic scene, would put it aside and try it when they were actually a couple. That time would be more exciting and memorable than today.

With a humming tone, Arren walked out of the bedroom and slowly opened the door. He only peered in at first, then slipped out when he didn't see anyone. He surveyed the entire area. He was stunned yet again. Arren was just standing there at the front door, not closing it yet. He just stood there and looked around.

Arren wasn't being dramatic; he was truly surprised. It wasn't entirely about the design or interior of the hotel room but of the size... Because of the scale, Arren could only think of one thing. The Presidential Suite. The term itself wasn't surprising enough to stun him, but when combined with a behemoth like the Emperor's Point Hotel. Then that was another story.

Arren had just been wondering about Mister Investigator's background and thought he had figured out the whole story. But... if he had the capability to book this kind of important suite on short notice, Arren wasn't sure anymore. Was it truly possible for a powerful, higher-ranking official to do it?

He assumed it was a Deluxe Suite or even a standard room, but it was a Presidential Suite. Arren knew the room would only be reserved for royalties from other kingdoms or presidents of republics. His alpha... perhaps, wasn't some kind of royal blood... right?

Was Mister Investigator a member of the royal family? Arren fell silent, realizing that it wasn't so impossible after all. The alpha's temperament possessed a noble air that even some nobles lacked. Perhaps the alpha was a distant relative of the Emperor as well?

He looked through his memories of the novel. To be honest, after swearing not to interfere with the plot, he never sorted his knowledge at all. He suddenly regretted that he might have forgotten even more than he already had.

He remembered the current main royal family, which was directly related to the current Emperor, Spade Remmington. The Mother Empress Liviera, Spade's omega dad. Princess Noreen, his aunt and also the mother of the male lead— Levin Ford.

Counting them all, the main line only had three members, and those with royal blood would still be few, such as Levin.

Most importantly, Arren only knew that among the imperial family, Spade and the Mother Empress were the only ones who played roles in the novel, particularly Spade, who played a pivotal role. From a plot standpoint, the royal family was never the main focus of the story. It was about the Amos Family, of which the omega protagonist Rave Amos was a member.

Arren subconsciously exhaled a sigh of relief. He couldn't recall any notable royal investigators. They were merely extras on the side for Spade to use on the surface. He was still safe. For a brief moment, Arren believed he had met an important character and even flirted with him. As for having royal blood, it was alright as long as it wasn't part of the main storyline.

Arren had duped himself yet again. He still didn't dare to suspect Spade's identity because meeting the Emperor while disguised as an investigator seemed unlikely. He even forgot that when they met at their mansion, he was the one who concluded Spade's identity as someone else. Spade, on the other hand, played along in the end.

Arren was zoning out in front of the bedroom door when Spade saw him. Spade's brows twitched and his mouth pursed as he was bewildered by the omega's behavior since it was the second time he'd seen him zoning out. He shook his head and ignored it as he walked to the daze omega.

Arren was startled when Spade approached him. Arren exhaled a sigh of relief as he looked at the newcomer. He pursed his lips again and complained, this time in a coquettish tone, "Can you not pop out whenever you want to?" Arren raised his brow at the alpha and stared at Spade with his piercing gaze, but it lacked a sharp threatening edge.

The alpha shook his head and his eyes seemed to mock him. Seriously? He was about to say something else when the alpha interrupted him by flicking him on the forehead

He couldn't help but close his eyes as he touched his forehead. It wasn't particularly painful, but still... He raises his head after opening his eyes to see Spade looking at him with a playful curve on his lips.

"Whose fault was that? You keep spacing out." He shook his head again and resumed his calm demeanor, "Let's go, I already prepared your breakfast." The alpha didn't wait for Arren's response. Arren watched the alpha turn around and walked at his own pace.

Arren wiped his brow with his hand and pouted. This alpha wasn't a gentleman at all! He was gentle sometimes, and there were also times that he was like this, so hateful. He rolled his eyes and walked dejectedly behind the alpha.