The man reacted instantly.
His voice was low and slightly husky—cool and restrained, yet inexplicably seductive.“Alright.”
One hand reached around her slender waist, and the other slipped beneath her knees.
He bent slightly, lifting her cleanly off the chair.A perfect and secure princess carry.
Bright crystal chandeliers illuminated the long table as Abel meticulously arranged the dishes and cutlery.
An hour ago, the Minister had suddenly called him directly to revise the lunch setup.
Just who was the esteemed guest that made him so attentive?“Minister.”
The voice pulled Abel back from his thoughts. He turned his head—and froze.
His pupils dilated in disbelief.
The usually stoic and distant Minister… was carrying a girl in his arms.
She nestled against him lazily, her soft profile p
"Wow, we’ve got a full haul today! Alan, aren’t you happy?"Princess Winona stood proudly, arms behind her back, beaming like a kid who’d won a prize."Happy, happy, so happy."Behind her, Alan waddled along like a tired little penguin.His left hand was loaded with shopping bags. So was his right.Two more hung around his neck.He dropped everything onto the sofa and collapsed next to it, completely spent, gasping for breath.Are all girls this terrifying when they go shopping?Each store took at least an hour! Weren’t all the clothes basically the same?Some she didn’t even try on before buying! That was the scariest part.His usually pale cheeks were flushed red, making him look irresistibly cute.Princess Winona leaned down, palms resting on the couch beside him, and stared quietly at his fac
The man reacted instantly.His voice was low and slightly husky—cool and restrained, yet inexplicably seductive.“Alright.”One hand reached around her slender waist, and the other slipped beneath her knees.He bent slightly, lifting her cleanly off the chair.A perfect and secure princess carry....In the Dining RoomBright crystal chandeliers illuminated the long table as Abel meticulously arranged the dishes and cutlery.An hour ago, the Minister had suddenly called him directly to revise the lunch setup.Just who was the esteemed guest that made him so attentive?“Minister.”The voice pulled Abel back from his thoughts. He turned his head—and froze.His pupils dilated in disbelief.The usually stoic and distant Minister… was carrying a girl in his arms.She nestled against him lazily, her soft profile p
Dangerous TrustAfter the press conference ended, Jules collapsed onto the sofa in exhaustion.With a lazy flick of his wrist, he sighed in relief.Finally, he’d managed to escape those overzealous elders.Then something crossed his mind, and his brows furrowed. His voice turned cold as he ordered his assistant,“Find out where that reporter got his intel.”“Yes, sir.”Meanwhile, in AvenlithBriella had no idea what had just unfolded at Jules’s press conference.She rested her delicate chin on one hand, the other still gently holding the small black box.Her gaze was distant, fixed on the window, as the sky outside dimmed with the slow crawl of dusk.Storm clouds rolled in, heavy and low, threatening a downpour.Ding.A soft chime came fro
“Come, come, Little Briella, take a look at Grandpa’s treasure—you’re going to love it!”Roman accepted the black velvet case from his assistant, his expression smug as he shot a look at Dutton.Dutton’s face remained impassive, though the subtle twitch in his brow said it all.Briella covered her mouth with a hand, trying to stifle a smile.Roman flipped the latch and opened the case. Inside lay a heavy gold medallion, its surface engraved with an intricate crest. Under the morning light, it gleamed with a quiet, dignified luster.He held it with both hands, reverently. Only then did everyone catch a clear view of it.One side bore the emblem of a laurel crown; the other, the delicate engraving of a teacup wreathed in vines.Even the usually composed Dutton couldn’t help a flicker of surprise.“This was a gift from my mentor,” Roman explai
Early that morning, Briella arrived at the Mortensen family estate, black invitation card in hand.She took a long look at the legendary residence, nodding in quiet approval.No wonder they’re the top among the noble families.Unhurried, she stepped up to the grand, antiquated gates.Presenting the card, she watched as the guard inspected it with great care. Once verified, he returned it respectfully with both hands.“This way, Miss. Please wait in the banquet hall. Someone will inform the masters.”Briella nodded without a word and followed the guard through a side path that led to the grand hall.Once alone, she chose a sofa and sat down casually.Before long, a servant approached with a gentle bow. “May I offer you something to drink, Miss?”“I’m not picky. Just bring me any floral tea you prefer,” she replied with effortless poise.The servant nodded and
“Koa… Koa, it’s Mommy. What’s wrong, sweetheart? Can you open your eyes and tell Mommy where it hurts?”Briella pressed a gentle palm to his forehead.Burning hot.Her heart skipped a beat.Panic flared inside her as she reached down to feel his wrist, checking his pulse with practiced fingers.Moa stood beside her, wide-eyed and worried.She could sense it—this wasn’t an ordinary fever. Something deeper was wrong.“Mommy… what’s wrong with Koa?” Moa’s voice was soft, her eyes brimming with concern.Briella turned to her with a mother’s instinct, cupping her small face.“Do you feel sick, baby? If anything hurts, you must tell Mommy, okay?”“I’m fine,” Moa said, voice low. “Just a little dizzy earlier… but I feel okay now.”She gently moved Briella’s hand off her forehead an