All Chapters of His Bride: Between Billionaire and The Prince: Chapter 71 - Chapter 76

When Lila agreed to Prince Edvard's invitation to go to the museum with him, it was Saturday morning.Since Edvard was Andrew's relative, she thought becoming Edvard's friend was part of her duty as Andrew's girlfriend.She also became used to the cup of coffee and a pink rose that was delivered every morning on her desk. To the angel, whoever he or she might be, who sent the coffee and pink rose to her, she felt grateful and quit questioning it. Because she really liked the coffee and enjoyed every delicious drop of it.Sunday morning came. Edvard waited for Lila inside his car a few metres from a bus stop. He didn't understand why she asked to meet at this specific bus stop, since her uncle's house was far away from the bus stop.He realized there were so many things that he didn't know about Lila, and he wanted to know all of those things to understand her.Like right now as he watched Lila get off of the bus which served a route from

“Having you here tonight is breaking our years of tradition, Lila.” The king started after the servants were done serving the soup. “In a good way.” Henry quickly added, seeing Lila’s spoon froze midway to her mouth. He glared at his grandfather before explaining to Lila. “His Majesty is pleased to see a pretty face like yours instead of us. Since every year we, four men, have this dinner alone.” Lila’s startled look turned into an understanding smile. “Thank you for having me, Your Majesty. I didn’t expect it would be a dinner for your birthday, Your Majesty, when Andrew asked me to go to a secret dinner.” “Typical of Andrew. Always full of secrets.” Edvard snorted. “It’s a surprise. Not a secret.” Andrew snapped. Edvar

The pungent smell still lingered in Lila’s brain but not the effect though. Her eyes fluttered open when an unpredictable wavy swing swayed her ground, sending turbulence into her stomach. Instantly, she felt sick and dizzy at the same time.Her mind refused to work properly no matter how still she sat as another troop of butterflies stirring inside her stomach.What irritated her the most was that she couldn’t move. In a sitting position, her body was tightly tied on a hard wooden chair, and her hands tied on each arm of the chair.Damn! Not again. It seemed she had some kind of magnet that attracted kidnappers.The question was, who kidnapped her this time?All the rational clues led to one name, Carla. But her heart refuse