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!”

pain, Cynthia simply sneered,

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

sooner had Mikhail told Cynthia to get lost than he shoved her hand aside. After staggering backward, she

up from his bed and flicked what looked

wall of the royal bedroom. As Mikhail walked routinely in, he

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

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

painting step by step, Mikhail couldn’t resist reaching out to run his fingers over the girl’s face as he murmured,

the tone of his voice reflected nothing but longing

looked like the king who