A Cue For Love

Chapter 1202 Hand It Over

King left Luna Palace’s premises with Natalie. Allen, who was gravely injured, followed behind them. Mikhail, Samuel, and the rest maintained an appropriate distance as they followed King to where the helicopter was.

Natalie lowered her gaze. “You won’t kill me, right?” “No. You’re her daughter, so I won’t kill you.” As King whispered to Natalie, his breath tingled in her ear. “I would protect you even if it would cost me my life.”

“Okay, I trust you.” Despite the grim look Natalie had in her eyes, her tone sounded much gentler compared to before. Her compliance seemed to have lessened the tremendous pressure King had.

For a moment, he was in confusion, wondering if he was perhaps holding Jennie hostage instead of Natalie.

“Why is God so unfair to me? I wouldn’t have lost if I had a healthy body like a normal person from the moment I gained self-awareness. I wouldn’t have needed to spend half my life just doing my best to survive…” King muttered to himself. “This is unfair… It’s unreasonable… She would’ve fallen for me instead if things weren’t how they were!”

the tight

smallest of accidents. As Natalie gazed around her, she subconsciously turned to check on Samuel. He had his gaze fixated on

certain feats that she couldn’t pull off on her own. However, Samuel’s presence made possible

“I was far more superior than Geert, only to face various limitations due to my physicality! Would Jen have chosen me in the beginning if I were someone normal? I’m asking you, so

“Why would you not know

While her mother had mentioned to her a certain man, she was certain that her mother

light that illuminated the darkness within King, he, unfortunately, held no such significance to

a letter when she was on her deathbed,” Natalie tempted him carefully. “The letter mentioned

and his voice was seeping with anxiousness. “What letter? What letter did Jen write? Did she mention me in

what happened between my parent’s generation, but

at King from beside him before advising, “King, this isn’t the time for reading letters. We ought