"Miss Harper, are you okay?" Prince asked softly. Emily blinked. She realized that teardrops had started to block her eyes. "Are you sure, Monsieur? Based on the information I have, Sky should still be working here." Emily ignored Prince's question. Her sad eyes were only focused on the key keeper. "Yes, I also wonder why she stopped so suddenly. Yesterday morning, she was still guiding her team and greeted me cheerfully. But in the afternoon, she said goodbye." Emily held her head. Her mind was too full and felt heavy. "Where ...." Her voice faltered. "Where is she going?" The Monsieur shook his head. His eyes narrowed, checking the memory. "I don't know, Mademoiselle. But it seems like it has something to do with Summer. Since the weather is getting colder, she doesn't look well. Maybe Sky took her to ...." The man stopped talking. He felt there was no sympathy in Emily's eyes. The beautiful girl was only interested in Sky's existence. "Excuse me, Mademoiselle. Do
"Monsieur," Emily knocked on the door for the umpteenth time. "Please, open the door. Listen to my explanation. Monsieur?" Just like before, no answer was heard. Emily sighed in resignation. "Is this where he lives? Why does it seem like there's no one inside?" she sighed as she looked at the sturdy building in front of them. Her hands occasionally moved to fix her hair that was blown by the wind. Prince stopped focusing on his phone. He looked up, muttering, "The upstairs window looks dark. It seems that Madame gave us the wrong direction. Shall we continue looking for the Monsieur tomorrow morning?" Emily pondered for a moment. She looked up at the night sky. There wasn't a single star. Instead, a flash of light was coming from the ocean. "You're right. We should continue the mission tomorrow. Let's go back to the hotel before the rain comes," she nodded weakly. "Not rain, but storm," Prince mumbled as he put his phone in his pocket. Emily stared wide eyed. "Storm?"
When she came out of the bathroom, Emily immediately pulled her robe closer. She didn't wear anything under the white cloth. When Prince's gaze fell on her, all her nerves tensed. "How are you? Any better?" the man asked as he approached. Emily spontaneously took a deeper breath. She was worried that her heart rate was increasing. For some reason, the bodyguard's face looked more handsome with less lighting. "The water is cold, the bathrobe is thin, and the hair dryer isn't working properly. My hair isn't really dry," Emily grumbled before folding her arms in front of her chest. She regretted giving the second statement. "We have more towels in stock. Just use as many as you need. I only need one. You can wrap your body or dry your hair with them." While Emily nodded, Prince pointed his index finger. "How's your ankle?" Emily's eyes widened. "I even forgot that I fell. Look! My leg is as healthy as ever." Emily put one leg forward, twisting her ankle. Seeing that, Prince
"I'm doing this for survival, not to betray Cayden. Besides, we'll just be touching. Nothing will happen," Emily thought as she took off her bathrobe. After preparing her position, she said, "Come in!" She turned her back to Prince. Her hands were clenched in front of her chest, being on guard in case any naughty fingers tried to cross the line. However, as soon as Prince touched her skin, her worries disappeared. The man just pressed his chest against her back. There's still some distance to the bottom. His hand that slipped into the crook of Emily's neck ended up on her arm. While his other hand politely cupped Emily's hands as if protecting them from the cold. "Is this enough? Are you comfortable?" he whispered, making the hairs on Emily's neck bristle. "Y-yes." Emily's eyes fluttered as she caught her breath. "Now let's sleep. We have to continue the mission once the storm passes." "Yes. Hopefully the storm won't last long. Good night, Miss Harper." Emily nodded slight
After showering, Emily came out awkwardly. She didn't know how to interact with Prince. She even ran when she entered the bathroom earlier. But as it turned out, the room was empty. "Where did he go? Why didn't he ask my permission?" Emily muttered in surprise. She didn't realize that her lips were pouting. With languid steps, Emily approached the table. A piece of paper was stuck to the cup there. "Drink this chocolate while it's warm. I'll be back before breakfast arrives. Don't open the door for anyone but me." The corners of Emily's lips lifted slightly. "Is he a bodyguard or husband? Why is his message so sweet?" After removing the paper, Emily enjoyed the chocolate slowly. She felt so peaceful until suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" Emily got up from her chair. "Breakfast, Mademoiselle." Emily's eyes lit up. Her hand moved casually towards the doorknob. However, remembering Prince's message, she didn't open it. "Merci. Just put it there. I'l
When Emily treated his wound, Prince could no longer hide his emotion. He was smiling from ear to ear. No matter how long Emily grumbled, her concern felt warm to him. "Done! Please take good care of this bandage. Don't get it in contact with water again. Even though you're responsible for looking after me, you can't neglect yourself. Don't get hurt again, understand?" Prince nodded with a happy face. "Understood, Miss." "Good. Now, show me your abs." Prince widened his eyes. "Did I hear that right? You ... want to see my stomach? For what?" Emily pursed her lips. While pretending to tidy up the table, she muttered, "I splashed you with hot chocolate. You said your skin was red at that time." The warmth in Prince's heart grew wider. With a bigger curve of his lips, he lifted his t-shirt. "Relax. I won't ask you to take responsibility. I'm fine." Emily glanced briefly. The bodyguard's muscles looked perfect. Remembering their closeness last night, her heart started beat
"Why, Monsieur? Why can't I know where Sky is?" Emily asked with a worried expression. "Because she doesn't want that." Emily's shoulders grew heavier, and her breath did too. "But I really want to see Sky. There's an important thing I have to ask her. Can't you help me, Monsieur?" Hearing Emily's hoarse voice, the old man began to feel pity. "What do you want to ask her?" Emily's breath hitched. She glanced at Prince, hesitated for a moment. "Only Sky knows where Cayden is," she answered with her head bowed. Prince couldn't help but widen his eyes. His throat got choked, but he tried hard not to show surprise. Meanwhile, Monsieur frowned. "Who is Cayden?" Emily smiled bitterly. Raising her head, her gaze dimmed. "He is the man of my future. We promised to meet again. But until now, he hasn't come. Lastly, Sky said she had met Cayden. But then, she disappeared too." "You think they end up together?" "No," Emily shook her head swiftly. "I know very well that Sky s
"Prince," Emily shook her bodyguard's arm, "answer me. What’s your real name? Are you Cayden?" Prince remained silent. His eyes fluttered. "Answer me, Prince. Who are you? Are you Cayden?" Emily's voice became more and more stressful. Suddenly, Prince let out a laugh. "You think of me as Cayden again? Do you expect your first love to be as handsome as me?" "I'm not joking, Prince! If you weren't Cayden, it’s impossible for you to know about that promise." Seeing Emily's red eyes, Prince returned his serious expression. He regretted trying to divert the conversation with a joke. "Sorry if I disappoint you, Miss Harper. But, I knew it from you. You told me that promise yourself." "No! I never told you!" "Yes," Prince nodded with a deeper gaze. "You mentioned it when you were delirious last night. You kept asking why Cayden still hasn't kept his promise." Emily sighed in disbelief. She wondered why Prince was still in denial. "I haven't been delirious since I was 10 y