As I turn around and see Antoninus standing behind me, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
How is it that he appeared just at the moment when I'm slapping him, I mean, his portrait?
Perhaps he truly is a demon... capable of reading minds!
His perfectly sculpted face and frigid expression remain unchanged as he speaks with a cold and almost monotone voice, "Why are you dressed in only a nightgown?"
I suddenly realize that I'm only wearing a loosely fitting silk nightgown!
I don't wear a bra, and my chest is unconstrained, forming two small protrusions beneath the fabric...
Instinctively, I shield my chest with my arms, and he furrows his brow slightly, seemingly displeased with my actions. "Stop playing these tiresome games of trying to seduce men. At the very least, don't do it in the hallways."
What? Who do I seduce?!
If I had known he would be here, I would never have come!
Feeling indignant, I release my arms and straighten my chest. "I'm not trying to seduce anyone. It's normal to wear a nightgown at this time, isn't it?"
Ignoring my response, he turns to leave.
However, I stop him.
These days of confinement in this luxurious prison have almost driven me crazy.
Today, I must get an answer!
"Mr. President, when are you going to release me?"
He halts his steps, glances at me, and calmly replies, "I'm protecting you."
"But... I don't need your protection. You are infringing upon my personal freedom!"
Antoninus gives no reply to my words and continues walking away.
He's tall and so his strides are large. I trot behind him, trying to keep up with his pace.
"Hey! Do you hear what I said?"
"Hey!"
Yet, he shows no intention of waiting for me to catch up, not pausing his steps even for a moment.
The more he ignores me, the more determined I'm to follow.
I clutch my nightgown and chase after him, panting.
Antoninus ascends the spiral staircase at the end of the hallway, leading us to the attic where he pushes open the door.
In contrast to the antique style of other rooms, this one boasts a more modern and austere décor with abstract blocks of color and minimalist lines.
It matches his personality quite well—cold, direct, and bereft of any trace of life.
A boring fellow, indeed.
The only thing that seems to have a connection with the castle is the knight's armor standing in the corner.
Seated behind a spacious desk in this atmosphere, Antoninus resumes perusing his documents, entirely disregarding my presence.
I have initially intended to confront him firmly, but the piles of documents on his desk serves as a constant reminder that the man before me is the leader of a nation, someone I, an ordinary person, couldn't afford to provoke.
Yet, if I were to leave like this, who knows when he'll come back again? After a few months?
I hesitate before stepping forward, standing side by side with the empty knight's armor. I wait quietly for him to finish handling the affairs at hand.
However, the knight's armor do catch my curiosity. I gently caress the intricate patterns and obvious sword marks on it, wondering about its history.
"Do you like it?" Antoninus looks up from behind the documents.
I nod gently. "It's quite exquisite. Is it authentic?"
"Does it make a difference?" he replies. "Authentic or not, it's nothing more than a superficial ornament."
His tone is chilly and seems to carry some underlying meaning.
Perhaps, even the days of a president aren't as pleasant as they seem?
As I contemplate his thoughts, I accidentally touch the armor, causing one of the "knight's" arms to fall off.
"Ah!"
I let out a cry of pain, my forehead drenches in cold sweat.
Antoninus hears the sound and hurries over to check.
My toes are already swollen from being hit by the fallen armor. Underneath my white toenails, traces of purple blood have quickly spread.
Antoninus crouches behind me, allowing me to lean against his shoulder while he gently examines my foot.
"Does it hurt?"
"A little."
As I glance at the scattered armor pieces around us, I apologize, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break it..."
"My fault."
Huh? What does he mean?
I look down, and he is massaging my toe gently. The knight's armor lies scattered around us, and my golden hair lie gently over him like a sacred moonlight.
My heart skips a beat, and my cheeks flush inexplicably.
It feels like a scene from a fairy tale—a tale of a knight and a princess, two people who had journeyed together through countless mountains and rivers. Finally, on a moonlit night, by the warm and bright campfire, the knight gently massaged the princess's feet, their hearts connected...
That strange, tingling sensation begins to radiate from my toes. My breath catches, and I instinctively pull my foot away.
"I'm sorry, Mr. President..."
Antoninus pauses for a moment, then rises to his feet again. His demeanor remains calm and collected, "Try walking to see if you can manage."
As soon as I put weight on my foot, a sharp hiss escaped my lips, and I nearly stumble. He quickly reaches out to support me, but I instinctively recoil, saying, "I can manage on my own."
I try putting my heel down and manage to hobble two steps. It isn't too bad; I haven't injured any tendons or bones. I just need some time to recover.
He stays by my side, guarding me, and then surprisingly praises, "You're not quite what I had imagined."
"What do you mean?" I ask, puzzled.
He returns to his seat at the desk and says, "Tell me, about your earlier question. Do you want to leave here?"
Who knows why he suddenly shows such kindness. I only know I have to seize the opportunity before he changes his mind. Limping, I rush over to negotiate.
"Yes, Mr. President. I've been here for a month, and I want to go back!"
"Give me a reason."
"I need to work."
He rejects me outright, "Your job is to accompany Chris. If you need money, just tell Lawrence, and he'll provide for you."
"But it's not just about money, it's about my career! Do you understand?"
Furrowing his brow, he asks, "Don't you work for money?"
"Yes, but having a job also ensures that when I run out of my money, I won't starve to death!"
"Well, what if I give you money that you will never run out of?"
I'm taken aback for a moment.
With a faint smile, he continues, "As long as you stay here with Chris, I'll pay you a monthly salary of $100,000."
"This is the agreement I just drafted. Take a look."
"In addition, the agreement will remain in effect even after my term ends."
"At the very least, by the time Chris reaches adulthood, you will have at least 16 million dollars. I believe this should be enough to keep you from starving. Any other questions?"
"I...," I look down at the contract he pushes towards me.
A monthly salary of $100,000.
My current annual salary is far from that amount...
I tightly bite my lower lip, remaining silent for a while before asking him, "Then how should I prove that I'm accompanying Chris well? Do I need to stay here 24 hours?""Yes."Antoninus's gaze, as deep as the night sky, stares at me firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt, "I don't think this request is unreasonable. Chris goes to school every weekday and only comes back in the evening. So, you'll have at least 12 hours of free time each day."I nod, continuing his thought, "And if we subtract the 10 hours he spends sleeping, the actual time I need to be with him on weekdays is probably only around 4 hours. It does seem like a fair deal."He seems pleased with my understanding and pushes the pen for me to sign the agreement.However, I let out a soft laugh and return both the pen and the contract to him.He furrows his brows, "What do you mean?""Mr. President, you may have misunderstood."I also look at him with pride, my tone resolute, "Being with Chris has never been my job; it
I glare at him with resentment.Eric maintains his smug smile, saying, "Trust me, landing the President's helicopter in other places would draw even more attention. Have a pleasant day, Miss Lily. We'll be back to pick you up at 5 PM.""Well, thank you for giving me such a NORMAL ride," I reply sarcastically.The guests in this luxurious hotel is either a business tycoon or a dignitary.I, dress in my Zara suits, feel like a clown who have accidentally wanders into Swan Lake!I hurriedly make my way through the crowd with a blushed face, keeping close to the wall.But I don't pay attention and bump into someone coming towards me."Sorry, I'm so sorry," I apologize repeatedly."Lily?"This voice?I shudder and slowly raise my head. Indeed, standing before me is my ex-boyfriend, Ben. I never expect to meet him again after five years, and certainly not in this place...Ben has changed a lot from five years ago. He has shed his youthful innocence, and his features have softened, becoming
Eric once again displayed that signature smile and looked down at my neck. I raised my hand to touch it and realized I still had the communication earpiece hanging there! Back on the plane, I found it too heavy, causing my scalp to ache, so I pushed it down and wore it around my neck. The problem was that Eric had noticed I hadn't taken off the earpiece, but he didn't remind me; instead, he eavesdropped on my conversations! What? Cute? This kind of person is irritating!!!Angrily, I glared at him. He smirked and said, "I just found it amusing to see when you would notice.""Oh, it's so amusing!" I retorted, slamming the earpiece into his hand, mimicking his smug tone, "I'll make sure to tell the President exactly what happened!"Ignoring his plea, I walked straight back to my office building. As expected, my first action upon returning was... getting scolded. My boss, Blake, summoned me to his office and unleashed his wrath."You've been absent for an entire month, and you dare ask me
In hindsight, I should have known that our President never plays by conventional rules. He took the cake from me and without any hesitation, took a big bite. As he saw my shocked and reproachful expression, he appeared puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"Feeling a bit hurt, I replied, "You ate my only little cake..."He paused, ceasing to chew, and asked, "Can't you make another one?"Sadly, I shook my head, "No, I ran out of eggs."Ordinarily, his kitchen should have stocked plenty of eggs, but I couldn't find a refrigerator anywhere.Antoninus glanced at me, then at the half-eaten cake in his hand. He generously extended it towards me, saying, "Here, take this one."I looked at the cake he had bitten into, and my heart skipped a beat. Was this considered an indirect kiss?"Thank you, but I'm not hungry anymore," I responded hesitantly.Yet, he insisted, placing the half piece of cake in front of me. I hesitated and whispered, "This cake, you already took a bite...""Are you disgusted
Once all the horses were released, Antoninus selected the most docile one. He mounted the horse himself and gestured with his eyes for me to hand Chris to him. As I held Chris, I hesitated."Don't worry," Antoninus said, extending his hand with a gentle gaze.I bit my lip, feeling as helpless as poor Abraham as I reluctantly handed over my Isaac, saying, "Take care of him...""I will," he assured me.Antoninus took Chris in front of him, securing him with both arms. He was indeed responsible, but Chris didn't make it easy. He dared to move around happily on the horse's back."Chris!" I warned him, "Listen to Daddy! Otherwise, get down right now, and we'll go back!""Alright..." Chris sighed in boredom, "Mommy always worries too much."Antoninus nodded, "Indeed.""What are you two saying?" I asked, but they ignored me, urging the horses to move away."Hey!" I worriedly chased after them, "Slow down!""I know, Mommy!" Chris replied, running a few laps around the horse arena before retur
Antoninus let out a pained grunt when I bit him and finally pulled the reins to stop the horse. I struggled to get down, demanding, "Let me go!""Stop moving!" Antoninus scolded, bending down to inspect the bite mark on his arm, his brows furrowed, "Why do you enjoy biting people so much?"I glared at him angrily, "Put me down!"Antoninus narrowed his eyes at me, showing clear signs of anger, but he eventually sighed heavily. He got off the horse and reached out to help me down, but I refused to let him assist me. I glared at him and jumped down from the other side of the horse instead.However, I landed unsteadily, twisting my ankle and feeling a sharp pain. I suppressed the pain and limped over to Chris, commanding, "Get down!""Mommy...""Quickly!" Chris looked to Antoninus for help, but he was focused on my injured ankle and paid no attention to Chris's plea.Chris reluctantly let me carry him down, saying, "I'm sorry, Mommy.""It's not your fault. But next time, don't be so disob
"Sorry, Mr. Blake. We agreed that I wouldn't work overtime.""Overtime? You dare to call this a rare opportunity 'overtime'? Don't be ridiculous! Take your camera and bring back the photos and the interview for me intact!"Ignoring my feelings, he pushed me out of the office.Before I left, he reminded me, "Be careful when changing clothes! Don't remove the tags from the collar! I need to return them tomorrow!""Oh...""Now go!"I had no choice but to call Eric."A ball? You left the President and Chris just to attend a ball?"I could practically see Eric's smug face through the phone!Annoyed, I retorted, "I'm going for an interview! It just happens to be at the same venue as the ball!""Apologies, even if it's to interview God, it's not allowed. I will ask the President for you, but he's in a meeting, and I don't know when it will end. If the President agrees, I'll let you know. In any case, be back at the rooftop at 5 p.m."After hanging up, I spent the entire afternoon looking at
"I..."I stood there, feeling awkward. Mary's answer completely caught me off guard.Mary slammed the camera into my arms and pointed towards the exit, teeth gritted, "Get out! Right now!""Mary!"Ben stood up to stop her, "Lily is here for an exclusive interview. My father wants the newspaper to promote my success in being elected as a congressman to enhance my reputation. You wouldn't mind if I use this opportunity to do the interview, right?""Ben?" Mary turned around, puzzled. "Are you defending her? But she betrayed you before! She even got pregnant with another man's child!"Ben didn't reply.Mary sneered, "Let's see how Lisa handles this."With a proud look on her face, she walked back into the ballroom.Lisa was at the center of the party, chatting and laughing with another man.I didn't want to start a conflict with Lisa in this setting, so I nodded to Ben, "Thank you. I'll leave now.""Wait!"Ben suddenly grabbed my wrist, then quickly withdrew his hand, a bit embarrassed. "