A Cue for Love (Natalie and Samuel)

Chapter 1072 The Girl In the Oil Painting

Inside the king’s bedroom in Luna Palace, Cynthia stayed by Mikhail’s side. Among Mikhail’s three wives, she was the one who spent the longest time with him and watched how he ascended the throne. Naturally, she understood him the best.

As the stern-looking Mikhail sat frowning on his bed, he exuded an aura that repelled anyone who came close. When Cynthia approached him from behind, thinking to give his head a massage to help him relax, he grabbed her hand before she could reach him. “Your Majesty?”

“I don’t need you to give me a massage.” Mikhail turned around and gave Cynthia a cold stare. Thinking about Natalie’s appearance that evening, Cynthia felt as if she had been stabbed right in her heart. “Your Majesty, I suppose your frustration must have something to do with the girl instead of Prince Jonathan’s marriage…”

Her resemblance to that woman is extremely uncanny. All this while, Cynthia was the most magnanimous among his three wives.

Nonetheless, that wasn’t her true nature, for she knew better than anyone else who Mikhail truly cared for. It wasn’t her, Frieda, or even Shirley. Mikhail first crush was someone other than them.

Upon hearing Cynthia’s words, Mikhail gradually tightened his grip on her wrist, to the extent of crushing her bones. At the same time, his eyes glistened with a bone-chilling iciness.

“Get lost!”

of screaming in pain, Cynthia simply sneered,

expected. Is that woman, or anyone who’s related to her, the only person who has a hold on this man’s

shoved her hand aside. After staggering backward, she had no choice

Mikhail got up from his bed and flicked

than twenty square meters was revealed on the north wall of the royal bedroom. As Mikhail walked routinely in, he was greeted by

a young girl, who was wearing a rattan basket on her back, kneeling among the bushes. She was carrying an adorable little rabbit

smile and glistening eyes, the beauty she exuded made it difficult for anyone to peel their

in the picture. Isn’t she supposed to be dead? How did she have children? If that woman is really her child, wouldn’t it make me

painting step by step, Mikhail couldn’t resist reaching out to run his fingers over the girl’s face as he murmured, “Back then, you were so desperate to escape from my side. I… Am I really her

look in his eyes and the tone of his voice reflected nothing but longing for

no longer looked like the king