109 Trace Of Jealousy

She was inches away from his face, their eyes locked, no one breaking eye contact. As she leaned in, ready to take her gift... 

"Amelia!"

A voice called out. Amelia and Void turned their head at once, to the intruder. 

It was none other than Princess Cyrena, who just arrived with Mr Irving. 

Amelia returned her gaze back to the man underneath her and inched closer to his ear, then whispered, "You're welcome."

She pulled back and was about getting up when she noticed his hands on her waist. His grip was firm, but not painful, he still didn't let go. 

Princess Cyrena who was watching this, clenched her fist at her sides as her breathing became short and deep. Mr Irving stood at the side and observed the situation. 

She arched a brow at him, signaling him to let go, before he finally released her. 

All of a sudden, a shadow was cast in front of them. She quickly got up and half knelt. 

"Princess!" she said and bowed.