I am the Queen

Chapter 219 - Side Story 10.2

A few days passed, and Mike found himself going into the same flower shop. Apparently, Francisca asked him to consult with the owner if they were willing to supply all the flowers at their wedding. The one she bought a few days ago made her happy that she was even considering collaborating with a small shop.

She was too busy with the wedding preparations, so the task fell on his hands.

Mike looked over. It was starting to snow. Then someone bumped into him, and his slit eyes looked at the woman with the hood.

"I'm sorry," she said, panting—fogged blurred her beautiful face.

"You are . . .. Miss Freya," Mike said.

"M-Mr. Lantis?" she rasped. Her little fingers clutched his chest.

Why was her voice so weak and pleading? And her big dull eyes shone with tears.

"Miss Freya, wait! We just wanted to have coffee with you!"

Both Mike and Freya looked at the teenagers who were right behind her—running in her direction.

Mike sighed under his breath and pulled Freya into a corner. He pressed her against the wall while shielding her from view with his body.

The smell of her hair reminded him of flowers, and though she was blind, he was attracted at how her eyes shook in fear. She was trembling beneath him, and he thought of a cornered rabbit. This put a smile on his face.

Eventually, the boys went past them without even looking in their direction.

". . ."

". . ."

"I'm . . . I'm sorry . . . ," she said, voice meek as her face.

Mike pulled away and looked at her. "I'll take you home."

She looked down and clutched her hands. "N-no . . . I've . . . I've troubled you enough."

"Can you get back home alone?"

She was silent for a moment. She then beamed, eyes turning crescent, and her face turned holy. "I have my cane with me, so it's fine."

She looked at him like she could see him. Then her face lowered a little. She seemed uncomfortable didn't know where to put her arms nor what words to say next.

"Then, I'm going ahead," Mike said and prepared to leave.

"W-wait," she said in frantic. She hurried towards him only to fell on the ground when she lost her balance.

Mike closed his eyes for a moment before he went to her and pulled her up.

"S-sorry," she said, embarrassed. Her face was red, and her lips were so moist.

"I- I just wanted to tell you that uhm . . . if you'd like to have some tea as my way of thanking you . . . and . . .  and . . ."

As she talked, Mike studied her face. Her face could be considered a national treasure. Coupled with ashen soft curls and all this snow, she looked ethereal. He then pinched her mouth, causing her to gasp.

"You really are beautiful," he said with a serious face and voice. Her breath was so warm against his skin. Her lips were tantalizing red and it looked very soft to kiss.

"But you can stop acting now."

". . ."

". . ."

She was shocked for a moment. Then her expression changed. Her frail face looked hard. Her weak eyes turned sharp, and her voice was full of confidence. Transforming her image from a girl into a woman.

"You knew?"

She smiled. And Mike, for the life of him, found it cute. A feeling that he only experienced when he was with animals.

"You were good actors. But unfortunately, I already found out the moment our driver turned into a path that we don't usually traverse." This would be the time for him to keep silent because he didn't want to explain. Explaining took a lot of words, but he found himself unable to stop talking.

"And I believe that my dear fiancée, Francisca is also a part of this? As well as those boys who were chasing you. And, of course, the grandma and the child."

The smile on her face widened, and she backed away a little. "I thought so. I knew that we shouldn't have change the direction. We should have forced our way and rent along that path," she mumbled to herself.

"Even if you did. I would still know. Francisca would give it away."

She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry about that. She's more into action than acting."

He knew it. No woman would ever last long with him without a motive. "What I want to know is . . . why?"

She looked him in the eyes like she could see and spoke with a voice like she owned the world. "The heart of Frizkiel."

". . ."

". . ."

"Our heirloom. So I'm dealing with a thief?"

"Treasure Hunters if you well," she said and placed her hand on her waist.

Mike smirked. "A blind treasure hunter?"

"Partially bind," she corrected. "I can see your shadow and can hear the beating of your heart."

"Hmm . . . so what now?"

"Now we go to plan B," she said. She then approached him and stared him in the eyes. "I heard from Francisca that you lack certain emotions. Let's make a deal. I'll help you get back those emotions, and you'll give me the heart of Frizkiel."

". . ." Mike was silent for a moment. Not batting an eyelid as he said, "What made you think I'll agree?"

She licked her lips. "Well . . . for starters. Instead of an heirloom that collected dust in your vault, I think you'd rather live your life in the present."

". . ."

"So tell me, son of Frizkiel. Would you rather go with me and get back your emotions, or would you rather be stuck in here and resume your dull life as a robot?"

Mike couldn't utter a word. He couldn't take his eyes away from her. She was blind, but it felt like she could see his soul. Her eyes shone more than his and more so from all the people he knew.

It was full of life . . . full of passion . . . it took his breath away.

His hand stretched before he knew it, and it welcomed hers in a tight shake.

"Deal."

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