Chapter (182): Consolable

"What made you very lighthearted that you did the least to this bastard that you must have done him with life."

Natasha growled she was prepared to kill him but the king and Wilmore simply skipped it. Many of their men were injured while they were getting ready to head to the south. She stood there waiting for his answer but instead he gave him a sneer, no that was a smile! What on the whole world made this guy smile,  eventually? ... Like this!

"Damn, did you kiss her?"

Natasha grasped the meaning behind that sheepish smile. Eliot was the same for a few days after their first kiss, also a shame that it occured in the stalls beside horses! Unforgettable! Although she experienced the same daze and foolishness, and still wanted more.

Wilmore coughed, "don't put your nose in my affairs."

"So, you did, silly boy! How could you do it so late!"

Wilmore shoved that daze off and raised an eyebrow.