Chapter 165

Ayla, who was disconcerted and kept an uneasy gaze, hesitated, as if she had confirmed her opponent, and approached the window.

“Your… Highness?!”

Ayla’s voice rose high when she saw Theon.

He looked around, checking his surroundings, and then lifted his finger, bringing it to his lips and whispering, ‘Shhh’, in a low voice.

“What happened? You said you were leaving the palace. Do you know how surprised I was, thinking it was a thief?”

Ayla asked, lowering her voice, with her eyes wide open.

“The guards of the royal palace are not that slack.”

Theon answered bluntly as if she had asked something obvious.

Ayla looked at him without saying a word. Theon, who had a light smile, slowly waved his hand as if telling her to come closer.

“Why are you here?”

Ayla, who had rolled her blue eyes and looked around, grumbled and approached the window.

Theon, who had come closer, brought his lips to her forehead, making a kissing sound.

“I stopped by because I wanted to see you. I have to go back again.”

Ayla’s cheeks were giving off a pretty color as Theon uttered sweet words and smiled charmingly.

Ayla, who was looking down while pursing her lips, as if she were embarrassed, raised her head slowly and stared directly at Theon.

As their eyes met, Ayla’s eyes, which were full of excitement, began to slowly change.

How?

They turned extremely lewd and insidious.

The delusion effect was taking place elsewhere.

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“Ayla, don’t you feel anything when you look at me?”

Ayla, who was brewing the tea, stopped what she was doing at Owen’s words and looked at him blankly.

“What do you…?”

Owen’s face instantly became tearful at the words that came out of Ayla’s mouth, as if he were in despair.

Owen, who had been tearing off his blonde hair that shone brightly in the sunlight, lowered his head and groaned.

Ayla, who looked at Owen without saying a word, tilted her head and poured the tea into the half-filled teacup.

‘A strange feeling?’

Ayla’s lips twitched slightly as if she remembered something from the gentle scent of herbs wafting through the hot steam.

If it is a strange feeling that is different from usual, she felt it enough last night.

Fortunately, the target was Theon, but she wanted to dig a hole into the ground and hide thanks to her mouth that spoke as it pleased.

She couldn’t understand herself at all as she spoke without hesitation to him, who uttered sweet words saying that he had come to see her. Ayla looked down and recalled what happened with Theon last night.

‘I stopped by because I wanted to see you. I have to go back again.’

Her heart was pounding in response to Theon’s whisper in a low but pleasant voice.

It would be a lie if she said that she wasn’t disappointed by his words that she might not be able to see him for a while.

On top of that, looking at Owen and Claire exuding a strange flirty atmosphere, she seemed to be somewhat jealous.

A surprise visit, in such a situation. It was romantic in itself.

Usually, what was not expected was even more welcome, so the affection they had for each other was reflected in the eyes of the two people facing each other, with a window frame in between them.

Yes, it was good up until then. At that point, it just had to end beautifully.

‘I want to kiss you.’

The words that came out of her mouth were shocking.

Temptation and provocation towards Theon in her sweet voice. There was a desire for him.

Ayla could feel the huge conflict of egos taking place in her head at the strange words that came out of her mouth without her realizing it.

Really… Is she crazy?!

Before she could even think about how she was able to say such nonsense words, she couldn’t stop her mouth from bursting out like an unbridled foal.

‘Come on.’

Theon’s eyes began to tremble quickly as an unusually lustful voice burst out of her red lips.

It was Ayla who was always on alert, saying that malicious gossip could appear just from him coming closer to her, let alone kiss her.

Theon, who had been hesitating in his spot as if confused by her unusual behavior, slowly opened his mouth.

‘When I come back.’

He spoke casually as if he was spitting out, but he did not stop caressing her red cheeks with his fingertips.

At his careful touch, as if he were handling a piece of fragile glass, Ayla’s heavy eyelids slowly descended.

Now that she was giving off quite a feminine look, her slightly open lips with her eyes looking down were quite seductive.

‘So, don’t cause any trouble and wait patiently. Miss Ayla Serdian.’

At the sound of his lusting voice, Ayla slowly raised her eyelashes.

She felt his hot breath close, and soon Theon’s crimson lips were on top of Ayla’s parted lips.

As she leaned halfway out the window and met his lips, she felt as if she had entered a forbidden territory.