The Royal Contract

Chapter 1260: Predestined partner

He could not wipe the grin off his face, even if he wanted to. Somehow, he woke up on the good side of the bed, and everything just went great from that point on.

He smiled at everyone who greeted him, sharing his full enthusiasm. Not even sitting in the restaurant, waiting for almost half an hour, could dampen his spirit.

Then, he finally saw the man he was meeting with entering the restaurant. He never even bothered looking at his watch again, knowing it was past their arranged time. But he could not give a damn.

"You certainly look like you are in a great mood, my future King." His friend quickly greeted him with a wide smirk on his face.

His friend was visibly not bothered by his being fashionably late. But he was used to him. However, he thought he might have changed this time.

His friend had just returned from a trip somewhere on the other side of the world. But now, he was back to prepare for his position as his father's apprentice.

Eventually, he would inherit his father's title, properties, and a seat in the Council. Hopefully, that would also teach him some responsibilities.

"I am sure glad you can join me, Omar." Lance greeted his old friend, ignoring his teasing remarks. His friend had this unusual sense of humor.

There were times he found it funny. But on some occasions, they were not. Today, he would rate it as median.

"So, is it safe to say this has something to do with your new lovely wife?" Omar sat comfortably opposite him while he waited for the server to pour him a glass of wine.

He guessed his friend would not drop the subject until he had acknowledged him. That was so typical of him.

"You would know if you attended my wedding." He answered as he leaned against his seat and observed his friend. He wondered what his excuse would be this time for not coming home.

Omar had been his childhood friend. He was one of the boys in their circle of friends. Although he was not a Prince and did not belong to the Royal Family, he was still nobility.

He was the son of one of the Council Members, Lord Manuel Fordshire, a long-time ally of their family. Therefore, they grew up being close friends.

But at some point, they had to part ways, following the different directions of their fate. But they still held close communication, maintaining their long-time friendship.

"You know I wanted to." Omar expressed his great regret, but he doubted the sincerity. "But I met this girl. She is everything I dreamed of. I fell in love."

And his friend went on narrating a detailed recount of his romantic month-long affair, sparing him no details of how perfect and incredible the girl was.

"So, where is she? You should have brought her to the wedding." But he already knew the answer to that question. He could already read it in his friend's eyes.

He always believed that having a title did not mean they could use it to their advantage. But it seemed many of his kind failed to read the memo.

And one of them was his friend, who seemed to think every beautiful girl in a skirt was his soulmate until he was proven otherwise.

"That was the unfortunate part. The other day, she realized that I was not the one for her. She dumped me." He stated, appearing as if he was devastated by the recent event in his life.

But he knew better than to believe his crap. If anything, he managed to manipulate that girl to dump his ass rather than him doing the breaking up, just like he had done in his past relationships.

In this way, he could avoid a messy breakup, an enraged ex, and a past that would haunt him. He had a clean break and a brand-new start.

"Stop the bullshit, Omar." He could conclude that he had not changed at all. "We both know you want it more than she did."

Then, that smile that curved on his friend's lips said it all. He knew it. His friend had it all planned down to a tee.

"But can we at least agree that they were better off breaking up with me than being dumped? Right?" That had always been his friend's logical explanation.

Omar believed they saved those girls from terrible heartbreak and prevented them from having long-term effects from a traumatic breakup.

"Don't you want to settle down? Find the right girl." He asked his friend, wishing he would stop running from commitment.

Nevertheless, they paused their conversation as the uniformed gentleman served their meal. But he doubted he would hear a mature response from his friend.

"I am not against it, my friend. But I am not lucky enough to meet the right girl." His friend replied with a sly smile, making him shake his head.

"I hope when she finally arrives, you will recognize her, or you might end up regretting your decisions and choices in life." Lance gave his friend some pieces of advice.

He still wondered if his choices in life were the right ones. There were moments when he could not stop questioning his decisions.

But today, somehow, he felt different. Maybe he did not mess up this time. He might have lost the greatest love of his life. But he found someone else.

Maybe, this one was for the better.

"Just like how you recognize that Camille is the one for you. That she is your soulmate." His friend stated as he started eating the food before them.

He could not answer him right away. He pretended to cut to the meat on his plate as he thought of his question.

"In some way, yes." He believed he still ended up with an incredible woman.

Was she his soulmate? He was skeptical about that.

But was she the one? Probably. She would not end up married to him if not.

He could say that she was not his soulmate but his predestined partner.