bookbashuk Chapter 119 Anne will surely become Mr. Mel's wife.
Chapter 119 Anne will surely become Mr. Mel's wife.
"I...I went to buy rice balls..." Annie explained softly, her voice weak, pointing to the ground.
"My sister caught a cold, which delayed me a bit, and I didn't have time to make breakfast. Also, I heard that a new restaurant opened on West Street, and I heard it's really delicious... I wanted you to try it too... On the way here, I was running too fast and tripped, so I felt a little dizzy and sat down for a while..."
Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke.
"There's no need for that. It's okay if I don't eat breakfast." Hearing Annie's explanation, the feeling of being cared for finally melted the ice in Mel's heart a little.
"No, it's my duty as Mr. Mel's wife to take care of his health." Anne's eyes were very firm as she spoke.
Knowing he couldn't persuade her, Mel remained silent.
Instead, he picked Annie up and carried her around the waist.
Surrounded by onlookers, and given the princess carry position, Annie's face showed a rare hint of embarrassment. Her hands gripped Mel's clothes tightly: "Mr. Mel, what are you doing?"
"I'll take you to the sect's branch, where there are druid mages who can heal your injuries," Mel explained.
"No need, it's just a minor injury, it'll heal quickly. Besides, the healing fees for mages are more than I could afford even if I sold myself." Hearing Mel's explanation, Annie struggled in Mel's arms, trying to jump off.
Mel hugged her even tighter: "Don't worry, as a family member of a cult member, you can also enjoy free treatment from druid mages."
"ah..."
Upon hearing this, Anne's face suddenly turned red, and she stopped struggling. She asked somewhat cautiously, "Um... so I'm considered Mr. Mel's family member, right? What's my status?"
"ah..."
When this question was asked, it was Mel's turn to blush.
After hesitating for a while, he decided to stop running away and face his feelings: "As my future wife."
"Really? So Mr. Mel likes me!" Annie's eyes crinkled with delight.
Even the pain in my forehead seemed to have vanished without a trace.
"You like it, don't you!" Mel replied, blushing.
"See? I told you you couldn't resist the pursuit of a beautiful and youthful girl like me! Hmph, you rejected me back then!" Annie said with a hint of smugness and pride.
"I...I really can't refuse." Mel carried Annie as they walked, the cool morning breeze blowing, but the heat on his face didn't diminish at all.
"When can I become Mr. Mel's official wife?" Anne leaned against Mel's chest, quietly listening to his restless heartbeat.
Hearing this question, Mel's expression darkened somewhat: "Annie, I probably have a lot to do, so I don't want to drag you into this... I..."
Mel wanted to explain further, but the girl covered his lips: "There's no need to say anything more. In any case, I will wait for Mr. Mel. Anne will definitely become Mr. Mel's wife."
......
Anne quickly received treatment at the Prophet's branch.
As Mel Carlos's future wife.
To prevent the girl from encountering further danger, Mel chose to escort her.
The road to the Whale Tavern wasn't long, but the two walked slowly.
Anne's hand had somehow slipped into Mel's palm. His fingers stiffened for a moment, then slowly closed, completely enveloping her warm hand.
No one spoke.
Anne could clearly feel the calluses on Mel's palms and her own heartbeat getting faster and faster.
She secretly glanced at him. He pursed his lips, his profile was taut, and his ears were suspiciously red.
Is this... love?
Anne felt her heart was about to be filled with a sweet feeling, so full that it was almost overflowing.
The tiny, insignificant scar on his forehead earned him Mr. Mel's embrace, his nervousness, his acknowledgment, and now, their fingers are tightly clasped together.
She suddenly felt that falling down was the luckiest thing that had ever happened to her.
The hustle and bustle of the dock gradually drew closer.
The tavern's sign is now visible.
Barton was standing at the door talking to a fishmonger when he saw Annie. He waved, his gaze falling on her clasped hands with Mel's. He raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous smile.
Anne's face flushed red instantly, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but Mel held it even tighter.
"We're here." Mel stopped at the entrance of a small alley on the side of the tavern.
It's relatively quiet here, with only the fishing nets drying in the breeze swaying gently.
"Hmm..." Annie nodded, but did not immediately let go of her hand.
She looked up at Mel, her deep blue eyes filled with undisguised affection. "Mr. Mel, thank you for today."
"Of course."
"Go inside, work hard, don't overwork yourself. If your forehead feels uncomfortable, just tell the boss."
Mel's voice was somewhat low and hoarse.
"Okay," Annie smiled, her eyes curving into crescents.
She finally loosened her fingers little by little, preparing to turn around.
Just as her toes turned towards the tavern entrance—
An impulse surged into my heart without warning.
Perhaps it was the bright sunshine, perhaps it was the lingering warmth of her palm, or perhaps it was the words "future wife" that ignited a flame in her heart that she could not suppress.
Anne turned around abruptly, and before Mel could react, she tiptoed and quickly and gently pressed her lips to his cheek.
It was a kiss that ended in an instant.
Soft, slightly cool, with a faint, lingering fragrance from the young girl.
Time was stretched infinitely in that moment, yet compressed into the intervals of a heartbeat.
Mel froze completely.
He was as if petrified by a magician, his pupils dilated slightly, and all his senses focused on that fleeting yet searingly hot touch on his cheek.
Anne took a step back, her face flushed red as if it were about to bleed, even her neck turning pink.
But she looked directly into Mel's shocked eyes, a smile playing on her lips—a smile that was a mixture of shyness and smugness.
"This...this is proof that I'm Mr. Mel's future wife!"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Mel's eardrums, trembling slightly yet incredibly firm.
After saying that, Anne seemed to have used up all her courage and dared not look at Mel's expression anymore.
She turned around like a startled fawn and quickly ran through the doors of the Whale Tavern.
Only a faint scent remained in the air, and Mel stood frozen in place.
A gentle breeze blows, and the fishing nets drying in the sun sway gently.
Mel stood there, motionless for a long time.
He slowly raised his hand and touched his cheek with his fingertips.
There seemed to be a trace of dampness and coolness remaining there.
Then, an extremely unfamiliar, scalding warmth, enough to melt the ice that had been building up in his heart for years, swept over his entire body from the point where he was kissed.
His ears were bright red, his neck was also flushed red, and even his hands, which were as steady as a rock when he gripped the sword hilt, were trembling slightly.
Anne...
That girl who always smiled, stubbornly shining on him like a little sun.
She kissed him.
In a way that asserts sovereignty.
Mel's lips curled upwards uncontrollably in a corner unseen by anyone.
That was a genuine smile that had almost never appeared on his face.
Mel thought.
The sun seems to be shining exceptionally brightly today.
It was in a place where the sun didn't reach, on the second floor of a teahouse.
"She's such a beautiful young woman."
These words appeared like a devil's whisper, but were drowned out by the noisy background noise of the dock.