A Cue For Love

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

or anyone who’s related to her,

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

got up from his bed and flicked what looked like a switch for the wall

meters was revealed on the north wall of the royal bedroom. As Mikhail walked routinely

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

innocent smile and glistening eyes, the beauty she exuded made

woman called Natalie… shares the exact same smile as the girl 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

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

and the tone of his voice

no longer looked like the king who