Seventeen

A wide and lovely smile spread across Anton’s face at Kyra’s compliment. Cynthia, who was still behind Kyra as she was the one who led her to where Anton was waiting gasped in shock as her eyes widened like saucers in her face.

Did Anton just smile? She’s been serving him since she was a child no more than four, and he was also young at that time. She could not for the life of her remember ever seeing him smile. Not even when he was with his first mate did he smile so widely, but he just did it because Kyra called him handsome?

Cynthia could not believe this. A suffocating feeling aroused in her chest and she could not breathe properly. Her hand slapped against her chest as she stumbled away, wheezing.

“You think I’m handsome?” Anton was snooping down at Kyra, the both of them oblivious to Cynthia’s tiny frame that was stumbling away.

“Forget I said that.”

Anton’s smile widened, “Okay, if you say so.”

Kyra sighed in relief when he dropped the topic of her complimenting him. “Shall