Chapter 190 - Flow of Information (2/2)

”Sure.” Queen Isla smiled and patted the empty seat in front of her. ”You can sit here.”

King Alistair grunted. He knew Queen Isla would protest on what he would say next. ”Well, I need to speak to her in private.”

Queen Isla flailed in her seat. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of the water. ”But I want to hear what you wanted to say.”

”Isla.”

”Alistair.”

”I believe you should address me as King Alistair at this moment.”

”And I believe you should address me as 'Darling, My Queen Isla', Alistair. Have you forgotten my wedding vows?”

King Alistair's lips quivered and curled into a lopsided grin. ”I allowed you to omit 'obey' in our wedding vows because that's how much I adored you, but please, don't use it every time you wanted to throw a tantrum.”

”Heol,” Queen Isla sneered. Her hands flew to her c.h.e.s.t, and she shook her head in disagreement. She tutted, ”I'm not throwing a tantrum. Am I throwing a tantrum, Livi darling?”

She snapped her head to where Olivia was sitting and smiled when the latter wrinkled her nose. Queen Isla thought Olivia's agreeing with her, right? So she traced her gaze back to the door where the king was standing. ”See? Olivia agrees with me. And for your information, I am not throwing a tantrum. I am merely exercising my right. So, if you don't want to waste your time, then please come in and join us.”

Queen Isla then gestured to the seat in front of her, beaming her megawatt smile to King Alistair who grumpily pushed the door open, swinging it with enough force to swish wind inside the room.

To the ladies' surprise, Maxen was standing behind King Alistair with a boyish grin painted on his face. Queen Isla's brows met as she regarded the two men in her life. Just why would King Alistair want a word in private with the couple?

Olivia stood up and gestured with her hand ”Let's move to the sofa, Mom, Dad,” she suggested and found her way to the wingback sofa set in the middle of the room.

She stifled the smile that threatened to curve her lips when Maxen pressed his index finger on his lips, signaling her to keep quiet during the discussion.

”I hope it's not about what you said last night, Alistair. I would literally flip the table if you even mention a word about that.”

King Alistair huffed. His shoulder rose as exhaled smoke through his nose. ”Then you left me no choice but to exclude you in this discussion. The door is open.”

”So it is what you're really intending to talk about,” Queen Isla grumbled and her eyes narrowed into slits. ”More reason for me to stay then.” She shrugged and plopped on the sofa in a slow-motion fashion for added dramatic flare. She tipped her chin in defiance as King Alistair sat beside her.

Finding refuge on the love seat next to the sofa, Olivia sat on the far end while Maxen sat on the armrest of the love seat.

”We're in the 21st century, Alistair. Rules applied to us because we married at a time of turmoil. There's no need to force the children into following the same rules that hindered us…” Queen Isla took a sharp breath and ground her teeth as King Alistair interrupted her speech.