Volume 3.68 Cold (1)

There was a heavy silence that befall both of us as our gazes were locked on each other, this time I came back to my senses, and pushed him softly away from me.

"You're too close, Sir Nicholas," I said.

Realizing his actions right now, Nicholas' face turned into a full red tomato. "I'm sorry, your highness! I didn't mean to." He stepped back a few meters away.

I massage my temples as I fixed my sitting position on the bed. I took a deep breath as I looked at the man who was trying his best not to look at me as he stepped away.

"Sir Nicholas," I started speaking as clasped both my hands. "You said before, that you'll give me a painting of me."

This time Nicholas turned to look toward me. "Once I receive that painting of yours, I'll give you my answer," I said and stood up. It's about time, that the next food set would arrive. And there was something that I wanted to confirm with the server.