Chapter 191 - Sink and Swallow (1/2)

The sun's rays filtered in the tall windows of the private study inside Maxen's bedroom and served as the natural spotlight to the king and queen who sat on the sofa facing it.

Beside them, Olivia's eyes darted between King Alistair and Queen Isla as the two argued.

”That's exactly the reason we only have two kids,” Queen Isla reasoned out, lifting two fingers to give her husband a visual of how many she had given birth to just in case King Alistair didn't hear what she just said.

”You are exaggerating again, Isla. Need I remind you that you have an irregular period, that's why we had a hard time conceiving?”

”It doesn't matter. The problem was, you can't f.u.c.k me every night because of that rule.” Queen Isla's hand flew to her mouth to stop herself from cursing, but it was all too late.

”Watch your language, Isla,” King Alistair warned with a glare enough to slice Queen Isla's tongue in half. He was leaning on the sofa like the king that he was with an arm hung on the backrest of the sofa.

Queen Isla's eyes darted to King Alistair's knuckles that perched on top of the sofa's walnut frame. She sneered in victory as she watched it turned into white when he curled his fingers into a fist.

”I won't approve of it,” Queen Isla said, persistent in her cause, folding her arms on her c.h.e.s.t and jutting her chin upward in defiance.

In the middle of what seemed like an endless argument between their parents, Olivia found refuge in her husband who perched himself on the love seat's armrest that they were sitting on.

Her eyes traced from their entwined hands sitting on top of his l.a.p, then up on the length of his arm, landing on his face.

She smiled. Yes, he looked devastatingly handsome. Yes, his heart belonged to her. But what made her smile was how Maxen chose to sit on the armrest so his broad back could block the blinding sunbeams that would assault Olivia's face.

For years, she was doing great on her own, living an independent life in a foreign country that she called her home. Every night before she fell asleep, she etched in her mind that she's a strong woman and that there was no mountain that she could not conquer.

But now that they had each other, Olivia thought a little family drama every once in a while won't hurt as long as Maxen was beside her, placing her comfort above anything else in the world.

She let out a soft sigh. Most of the time, his attention to small details revolving her would surprise Olivia. It was his simple gestures which made her heart skip a beat.

Unbeknownst to her, she was gawking at Maxen for a while, even after King Alistair and Queen Isla had each given the other their closing argument.

The older pair shifted in their seats, each with a scowl painted on their face. King Alistair grunted. Queen Isla huffed. They ignored each other and turned to face Maxen and Olivia and the sour looks on their faces dissolved as they were given a flashback of their younger selves in the form of Maxen and Olivia.