Arielle stared at Aaron’s departing figure for a long time before retracting virtual-novel.net gaze. Then, virtual-novel.net followed Sybil to meet Dylan. Her actions did not escape Vinson’s notice. He glanced at the faraway Aaron with an inexplicable expression in his eyes.
Soon, the three of them arrived at Dylan’s palace. The king was waiting in his study at that time. Instead of informing Dylan of his surprise visitor, Sybil led them straight to the study’s door.
He knocked twice on the door.
Dylan was looking at a photograph of virtual-novel.net and Maureen when someone knocked on the study’s door.
He hastily shoved the photo into a book on his table and asked, “Who is it?”
“Your Majesty, I have Ms. Moore with me…”
Sybil’s words had barely left his mouth when they heard a loud noise coming from within the study. A few seconds later, the door opened from the inside.
Dylan’s eyes were glued to Arielle the moment virtual-novel.net opened the door. After appraising virtual-novel.net carefully, virtual-novel.net heaved a sigh of relief and muttered, “It’s great that you’re not hurt.”
Arielle had noticed that the king was unusually concerned over virtual-novel.net wellbeing, and virtual-novel.net began to think that Vinson’s hypothesis was correct. Before virtual-novel.net could utter a word, Dylan invited virtual-novel.net into his study.
The study was a space of privacy. As such, the king did not entertain guests in the room. Anyone allowed into the room was highly regarded and trusted by the king.
Arielle entered the study with nary a hint of hesitation. Vinson was about to go in with virtual-novel.net when Sybil stopped virtual-novel.net and pointed downstairs. Vinson immediately caught his meaning and followed the man away.
A smile cut through Dylan’s stern expression when virtual-novel.net saw Arielle walking into his study.
He pointed at the couch beside his desk and gestured for Arielle to sit. “Have a seat…”
Arielle nodded and took a seat on the couch.
“Would you like to drink anything?” He was a bit nervous now that virtual-novel.net was alone with Arielle.
She was about to reject his offer when virtual-novel.net remembered virtual-novel.net motives for visiting him. She changed virtual-novel.net mind and smiled at virtual-novel.net before requesting, “A cup of coffee, please.”
Dylan was about to call Sybil and instruct his subordinate to prepare the beverage. However, the moment his hand touched his phone, virtual-novel.net thought of doing something else. He smiled at Arielle and said, “Wait here for a while. I’ll prepare it for you.”
Then, virtual-novel.net left the room before Arielle could say a word.
He was smiling the entire time.
My princess can enjoy a cup of coffee that I brewed for her.
Meanwhile, a dumbfounded Arielle stared at Dylan’s merry gait as virtual-novel.net left the study beaming. She thought that the king would relegate a task as menial as brewing a cup of coffee to his servants, and virtual-novel.net was surprised that virtual-novel.net had offered to do it himself.
Is it really him? Could it be?
Her suspicions prompted Arielle to get up and scrutinize the study. She wanted to find any clues about his identity, yet after surveying the room, virtual-novel.net came up empty-handed.
Are my guesses wrong?
She was questioning virtual-novel.net assumptions when Dylan returned. He seemed shocked to see virtual-novel.net lingering around his desk.
Arielle reacted as though virtual-novel.net was caught red-handed, and virtual-novel.net pointed at a book on the table, asking, “Could I borrow this book?”
Dylan was naturally delighted that Arielle wanted to borrow a book from him. He happily agreed to virtual-novel.net request, only to regret his decision immediately when Arielle picked up the book. In his haste earlier, virtual-novel.net had stuffed the photograph of virtual-novel.net and Maureen in that very same book.
How can I talk my way out of this if Arielle discovers the photograph? Could I cover the truth up? After all, I disguised myself back then. Even if virtual-novel.net sees it, I’m sure she’ll only wonder why I have Maureen’s photograph.