Chapter 487 - Four Hundred And Eighty-seven: Why Did You Choose Me (1/2)

The third point of view:

”So I spoke with Reina today and they've going to move over to Lincolnshire,” Emily explained to her fiancée Judy of the wedding plans, ”Along with their triple troubles - hopefully, they don't set the palace on fire- although that would be fun to watch. The palace is so calm sometimes I wonder if it's a graveyard. I can't help but wonder how the queen survives there. No offense, Judy, but being royalty is so boring. But don't worry, I'll always find ways to liven the place, and...” that was when Emily realized the person she has been talking to over the past five minutes has not said a word.

”Judy... ” She glanced up and froze. He was staring at her with probing intensity.

Emily gulped, ”Is anything the matter?” because she couldn't understand why he was staring at her that way. Did she do something bad? Or did he discover a bad history about her?

But then he knew everything about her just as she knew about him. They were perfect for each other, you know. Or has the queen gone against her word and manipulated him against her because the way he was staring at her right now was beginning to scare her.

Those grey eyes of his looked like molten silver, as if they could penetrate right into her soul, staring into the deepest abyss of her heart.

”Judy...” She was breathless when he drew closer, scrutinizing her with his penetrative gaze she wished the ground could open up and swallow her. Was something on her face or something?

Then without a warning, he yanked her off the seat, carrying her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing. Emily squeaked, fighting to catch her breath as her heart was really pounding in her throat right now. She couldn't understand Judy.

But then, as much as Judy was scaring her, she couldn't help but get excited. Emily wrapped her legs around him, anchoring herself to him and as well rubbing against his length. He responded with a groan and that calmed her down - at least he wasn't angry with her or something - even though she couldn't figure out his mind.

He carried her as if she was nothing but a baby into their bedroom and placed her on the bed. There, he began to stare at her with that unreadable penetrating gaze again.

Emily's breath hitched in her throat when their gaze met, there was a primal need in there as well as a strange inquisitiveness that scared her.

She climbed back, giving space between them. But Judy followed after her. Emily took another step back, he did the same, holding her gaze like a predator circling his prey and searching for a weak spot - the best area to attack.

At once like a prey with its last dying strength, she climbed back until her head touched the headboard, and just as he was about to cover the distance between them, she lurched to the side in an attempt to escape him but Judy was faster.