“Oh… Lover, huh? “ I mumbled hoarsely, feeling as if something was suddenly stuck in my throat.
Luna noticed that I was behaving weirdly, and asked, “What’s wrong, Linda?“
“N-Nothing. It seems David will be fine for a while— we’ve gotten lucky this time.“ I rubbed my nose
even as I changed the subject.
In the room, Miya’s people entered and picked up the shattered crystal on the table, while Dicken stood coldly and dutifully behind Miya as her bodyguard. The dim light hid his facial expression from everyone else, but I could feel him staring closely at the shattered crystal in despair and misery.
His bloodline was extremely vital for what few surviving merfolk right now, and as their leader, he had a duty to make his race flourish. I was convinced that, given his character, he would kill every person in the room if he wanted to.
And yet, he was maintaining an eerie calmness, standing upright in a corner like a sculpture—that is, until Miya approached him, leaned in, and said something into his ear. That was when his lips parted slightly, and he was somehow smiling as he responded in Italian.
I must admit that Dicken looked just like a mysterious, noble night, and it was a damn
enchanting mesmerizing sight.
At the same time, I instantly felt an indescribable yet uncomfortable sensation gnawing my heart, as if I were an upset young wife spotting my husband having an affair. Still, I felt even more upset at the sight of the shattered crystal.
As if by instinct, I began to wonder what I meant to Dicken—was I just a progeny carrying his blood? Did he protect me just because I was his blood?
I promptly stopped myself at that thought, refusing to think any further! Even so, the bitterness in my heart was unstoppable.
F*ck!
As if to throw those thoughts out of my head, I shook it as firmly as possible.
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