The waitress didn't even dare to wipe the sweat off her head. Others were envious of her for being able to be by the king's side. Even she felt it was unbelievable, but why was the person in front of him completely different from what he imagined?
?
Andrew put down his hand and stared straight at the strange woman in front of him.
"Where is the person who put the blanket on me?" There was a deep emotion in his eyes, and his voice was so calm that no emotion could be heard.
"Your Majesty," the maid suddenly knelt on the ground. This always looked better than bending down. If she continued to bend like this, her waist might break.
"Your Majesty, I covered you with that blanket. At that time, you also said that Lotte's name..." Her voice became smaller and smaller. It was obviously her own business, and she was just showing up.
I stayed there for a few seconds and just looked at him one more time. Is this wrong?
With a bang, the door was closed, and Andrew strode away, his clothes rising and falling with his footsteps.
"Mother, where did she go?" Andrew stared closely at the woman who was doing maintenance in front of him. She could still maintain such a youthful appearance in her fifties, but she spent a lot of time to maintain her figure.
And this face.
The Queen Mother just raised her eyelids and said, "Andrew, is this the tone you use when speaking to your mother?"
"I'm sorry, mother," Andrew lowered his head, but there was persistence in his eyes that was not easy to compromise. He is not a puppet, he is the king here, and he will be his own king. He is not a chess piece in her hands. He used to be
She was obedient just because he was her mother. But now, he also had too many things to insist on.
He discovered that she could be satisfied without compromising. Her heart had never been small, it would only grow bigger and bigger, and even control his entire life.
"Mother, I just want to know where the little maid beside me is. Andrew can't live without her. She must have taken good care of me." He tightened his fingers without leaving any trace.
He is very worried about Lotte now. He doesn't know what his mother has done to her. She has always had a hatred for Lotte after meeting her several times. Therefore, he is really very uneasy now.
She is just a little girl and has done nothing wrong.
Moreover, he discovered that he really couldn't live without her, and this sentence was not an exaggeration.
There is a habit that is accumulated bit by bit.
"Her?" The Queen Mother touched her hair and lowered her eyes slightly. Sure enough, sending that slave was the right thing to do.
"She has left, and I sent you another maid who is better than her. Aren't you satisfied yet? If you are not satisfied yet, I have many more here," she said, pointing to herself
All around, the young maids standing there lowered their heads uneasily and shyly.
The young and handsome king, the gentle and gentle king, is naturally the most ideal Prince Charming in everyone's mind, and he is not just a prince, he is already a king.
Andrew raised his head and his eyes darkened a lot, "Mother, I don't want anyone, I only want her."
As soon as he said these words, the Queen's fingers froze slightly, but they quickly recovered. "Andre, I'm just a maid. As a king, you don't feel that your reaction is too strong.
What? What have I taught you? No matter what happens, you must remember that you are a king."
After hearing this, Andrew raised the corners of his lips for the first time.
"Mother, you remember that I am a king, but I feel that I am just your puppet. You have used me to get everything you want, and you also want to control my life?"
He turned around without looking at the Empress Dowager. Maybe she had never regarded him as her son, but just a pawn to achieve her goal. His birth allowed her to possess his father and his kingdom alone.
, let her become the empress dowager, what else does she want, and what is she not satisfied with?
If she really wanted it, then he could give her the position of king.
Let her have a taste of whether her greed can be satisfied by dominating the entire country. He finally had a little bit of breath that could make him relax.
Does he just want to take it away as soon as possible?
How many more things would she have to take away from him before she would be satisfied?
If he can't even protect the people he wants to protect, he doesn't know what reason he has to continue to be the king. He is a person, not a machine. His heart has feelings, and he will like people and even hate them.
people.
He was tired, really tired.
He walked very fast and reached his office. He carefully picked up the pillow and held it in his arms. It was still so soft. He seemed to be able to see the girl with green eyes.
I am sewing this pillow stitch by stitch.
He looked at his finger, which had a ring on it, and without any hesitation, he took off the ring on his finger.
It was placed on the table, and all he took away was the pillow. The rest did not belong to him. Andrew was just Andrew. After being someone else for so many years, he wanted to just be himself.
He will find Lotte on his own. Even if she doesn't tell him, he can still find her and where he hides her?
He locked himself up, and from this day on, he would no longer care about anything. Whoever wants to be the king, let him be.
And no one knew that at this time, the country was beginning to face the biggest crisis. A crisis so big that no one could accept it.
Fred stretched and then sat up in a daze. My dear, before he opened his eyes, his mouth was always filled with the name that would make people get goosebumps.
After a long while, he opened his eyes wide. There was no one he loved here, not even a woman.
He jumped out of bed, but Yin Sa was still sitting on the sofa beside him. He kept moving and didn't move.
Fred walked over and put his hand in front of Yin Sa.
Silly, crazy, dumb, stupid, or...dead.
He quickly wanted to put his fingers under his nose, but his hand was quickly grabbed.
"Boy, be gentle. I'm in pain. Don't use so much force." Fred pumped his hand hard. When did this kid get so strong? Why does it hurt so much when he grabs someone?
"What do you want to do?" Yin Sa let go of his hand, and then raised her eyes to stare at him, and his eyes were almost pure silver, as if covered with a layer of white frost.