140. It was not a kiss

The garden was smelling of colourful flowers. The wind was also swaying in the intoxication of the night. Jane Dover was walking with Prince Cato hugging her chest. Her mind was beset by storms but Prince Cato's heart was beating with joy.

"Let me know if you have trouble walking. I will carry you in my arms." Hearing his deep voice, she smiled sadly while looking at the path.

"I am heavy."

"Who says? Even if you will carry dozens of my children in your belly, you won't be heavy for me."

"Dozen?" She widened her mouth.

"How many children do you want?" His gaze was deep. She lowered her gaze hesitantly. 

"I am the prince of Gist and I am about to get the throne of Gist. That's why you have to give the heir to the royal family and the prince to Gist. But I want a daughter. She will be like you. Sweet. Cute. Sensible. Dear. Beautiful.