Chapter 182: The Cold-Faced King Acts Cutesy
"Nothing, just clarified a few things," Melissa Ernest shook her head and walked towards the tent.
Frederic Howard followed her in and saw that she was packing up for the assembly. He approached from behind, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on her shoulder, his voice soft with a hint of jealousy. "It seems my Melissa is too popular. Your husband is right here, yet someone is bold enough to try and steal you away."
Melissa Ernest blushed at the term "husband" he used, and explained softly, "No, what do you mean by someone trying to steal me? I only like you."
Pleased by her words, Frederic Howard's deep eyes lit up. "Really?" His voice dropped even lower, his warm breath caressing her neck, his tone carrying a tinge of coquet
