Chapter 652 The Door Was Locked

Lincoln got up and walked towards the door. He turned the knob, but the door wouldn’t be opened!

“It’s locked.”

Zayla froze, feeling even more sure that this was indeed her father. She tried a few times herself, confirming that the door was indeed locked.

She held up her phone and typed a message: [Guess you’ll have to sleep on the couch tonight.] Then she placed a pillow on the couch and fetched a blanket.

“Just bear with it for one night.”

She stared at him, clutching her phone in a resolute manner, signaling that he would not be sharing her bed tonight. “Sure.” He nodded. Zayla returned to her bed, pulling up the covers, turning her back on him. Lincoln lay on the couch, wrapped in the blanket she had given him, his head resting on the pillow she provided, all the while observing her delicate silhouette. The room was dim, with a faint lingering light. He thought, “Zayla, Iwas here for you and would never leave.”

Late into the night, in the Kovis.

the others hadn’t anticipated. Everyone’s expression was grave,

thought he wasn’t one to give in easily. Turns out, he was just

like that. I’m too old to offer Lincoln any strategic advice. Besides,

your people in Harper, who wanted to use Zayla as a hostage at

expect the young one to be even fiercer, appearing calm but dismantling every move.” Robert was spot on. Lincoln’s move didn’t leave any room for the royal family

was at stake with such a grand wedding. Whoever marries Helena would be the

stepping in solved an immediate problem, but now… It’s unexplainable to

now. How were they going to smooth this over? Jefferson never expected that

to such extremes, swearing off marriage for the sake of Lillie. He’d had many women and many children in

of being heartless, but he’d never committed

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