Billionaire's Regret Finding Her (Caitlin and Sebastian) novel Chapter 720

Chapter 720

That evening. Caitlin prepared several classic dishes for dinner.

In the royal dining hall, the king was already seated, with Magnus beside him. Servants carried in the dishes one by one. The rich aromas filled the air, and Magnus’s eyes lit up as he looked at the food–especially the ones Caitlin had cooked.

“Father, you must try these. They’re truly special.”

Leif VI tasted each dish in turn. With every bite, his expression softened, his eyes brightening. “Excellent,” he said quietly. “Truly excellent.”

It wasn’t just the flavor–it was the feeling. The warmth, the familiarity–it took him back to years ago, when Kelly would cook for him. The taste, the care, the memory of that time. It all came rushing back.

His throat tightened. For a moment, his vision blurred. He had never dared hope for such a thing–to eat his daughter’s cooking, even under disguise. He felt blessed beyond measure.

Just then, the dining hall doors opened. Heather entered with her attendants, her face set in irritation. Seeing her husband and son already dining without her made her blood boil.

“You’ve already started dinner? Why wasn’t I informed?” she demanded.

Leif VI remained silent. Magnus, still angry with her, hadn’t wanted her there at all. But since she came in, he replied coolly, “I didn’t dare inform you. I was afraid you’d take the chance to push that engagement on me again.”

Heather shot him a sharp look and sat down at the far end of the table. “Ungrateful child. Everything I do is for your own good. You used to be so obedient–when did you become so defiant?”

Leif VI cut her off. “Enough. Can’t you let Magnus eat his dinner in peace?”

“You’re too indulgent with him,” Heather snapped. “If this continues, what will become of him?”

“Magnus is my son,” the king said calmly. “He will inherit the throne–that is his destiny. What he needs now is to learn how to lead this nation, not to rush into marriage. Once he becomes king, do you really think he’ll have trouble finding a woman? Every woman in this country will be at his feet.”

Heather started to protest, but Leif VI raised his hand. “That’s enough. Eat.”

Their values were worlds apart. Even basic conversation between them had become impossible.

Magnus relaxed a little under his father’s protection. As long as his father was around, his mother couldn’t force him into marriage.

Heather swallowed her anger and looked down at the food. Her expression twisted slightly. “What are these dishes? They don’t even look appetizing.”

From her corner, Caitlin quietly observed the family. It was clear now–the royal couple was far from harmonious. Their marriage was brittle, hostile beneath the surface. And Magnus stood firmly on his father’s

side.

Heather, unloved by her husband and now estranged from her son, had nowhere left to turn. Her resentment showed in every glance, every clipped word.

When the meal ended, Leif VI wiped his mouth with a napkin and gave Caitlin a brief, approving look. “Very good. You’ve done well.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

After dinner, Magnus wheeled his father back toward his chambers. Before leaving, he turned to Caitlin. “Agnes, bring two cups of tea to the king’s study later.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Not long after, Caitlin brought the tea as instructed. As she reached the door, she overheard Leif VI’s voice.

“Do

you understand? Shane will coordinate with you.”

She stepped inside, served the tea, and turned to leave, but Magnus called softly, “Thank you. My father hasn’t enjoyed a meal this much in years.”

The next morning.

“Mother, enjoy your breakfast. I’m off to work.”

Magnus rose from the table and left the palace with his guards.

Heather sat motionless, her heart restless and uneasy. At last, she decided to leave the palace for a while.

At the lakeside villa on Lihu Island, Heather arrived shortly before another black sedan pulled up outside. Maxwell stepped out and entered the villa to meet her.

“What’s so urgent?” he asked.

Heather sighed. “Lately I can’t rest. Maybe I’ll only find peace when Magnus officially takes the throne.”

“I’ll speak to him soon,” Maxwell said. “For now, stay here and relax. I’ve arranged for someone to help you recover your strength.”

Heather said nothing. Maxwell gestured toward the door, and moments later, one of his men brought in a tall, muscular young man.

The man’s body was toned and athletic–clearly a professional trainer. Heather looked him over, and her lips curved slightly.

“Besides health therapy, what else can you do?” she asked.

“Your Majesty, I’m skilled in massage, Thai therapy, and spa treatments,” the man replied respectfully.

Heather nodded, visibly pleased. She rose and headed upstairs. At Maxwell’s subtle nod, the young man followed her without hesitation.

Maxwell didn’t stay. He left the villa, giving his sister her privacy.

Minutes later, another identical sedan–same make, same color–emerged from the wooded path near the lake, followed by several vehicles. The convoy approached the villa quietly.

The guards and attendants at the entrance assumed Maxwell had returned. But when the car door opened and Magnus stepped out, their faces went pale.

“Your… Your Highness-”

Before they could react, Magnus’s guards had drawn their weapons. “Silence, if you want to live.”

Within seconds, everyone at the entrance was restrained. No one dared make a sound.

Magnus’s face was hard as stone as he pushed open the villa doors, followed by the king’s secretary, Shane, and several armed men.

A loud crash sounded as they kicked open the bedroom door upstairs. The sound inside froze everyone in place–heavy breathing, low gasps, unmistakably indecent.

They entered the room. The scene before them made Magnus’s blood boil. His mother, the queen, was tangled on the bed with a man barely older than himself, utterly lost in pleasure, oblivious to their intrusion.

Shane raised his camera and clicked. The shutter’s sharp snap broke through the haze.

“Ah!”

The young man looked up first, terror flashing across his face. He scrambled off Heather and tumbled to the floor.

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