318 Interrogation

“What?” Michael asked, squinting.

I couldn’t see any clues in Michael’s expression. I only felt his anxiety and uneasiness hitting my heart even more violently. I blurted, “Is the thing you’re busy with related to General Lovecraft?”

Michael’s pupils contracted. I stared at his face and looked into his eyes.

Then, Michael slowly said, “No, it’s not related to him.”

I looked at him with suspicion. There was nothing wrong with Michael’s performance, but a voice in my heart told me not to believe what he said.

I didn’t know why I had such an idea. I had never doubted my mate before, but now I couldn’t ignore my inner voice. I believed I might be neurotic.

“Really? You’re not lying to me, Michael?” I asked with a dry throat.

I knew how cold my voice was.

No, it shouldn’t be like this. I wanted a good chat with Michael, not in such a nervous and awkward atmosphere.

However, there was a strange power that was controlling me. It seemed to come from me, but it didn’t completely belong to me. I felt my hands and feet turn cold, and my vocal cords seemed to have their own will, speaking for me in an independent manner.

“Are you interrogating me, Cecily?” Michael’s expression also became serious because of my attitude.

“I am not.” I subconsciously denied it. I didn’t want to use the word ‘interrogation’ in my conversation with Michael.

However, I quickly realized that my actions were no different from an interrogation. I was indeed questioning the truth of Michael’s words. I suspected that he was lying to me. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of self-condemnation.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized and scratched my head in frustration. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I couldn’t control my emotions just now.”

“It’s fine. Do you want to get up and stay for a while?” Michael sighed.

I nodded in silence. Michael reached out and picked me up. I always looked petite and weak in front of him. I stared at his thick arms and thought he always lifted me as easily as a doll.

Michael put me on the sofa beside the bed and brought me a cup of hot tea and some snacks. I suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm. He looked down at me and almost obediently let me pull him over. There was a puzzled look in his eyes.

Michael had both hands on the sofa’s armrest that I was sitting on, and his entire body was in front of me. It was like a powerful protective umbrella containing me in his shadow.

“You’ll always be by my side, right, Michael?” I asked softly.

A strange look flashed across Michael’s eyes. He sighed and half-squatted down so that his eyes could look at me. The aura on his body was warm and reassuring, and it even had my smell. This person belonged to me. Michael reached out to grab my hand and pressed it against his heart, letting me feel his heartbeat.

“I’ll always be by your side, forever.”

I could sense the helplessness and fatigue in his tone. For the first time, Michael’s promise didn’t make me feel at ease. Instead, it made me feel an indescribable fear.

I tried to express my thoughts. “Recently, I’ve had some dreams, and the things that happen in my dreams are very messy.

“Sometimes, I can’t tell what’s real,” I said incoherently. “I want to spend more time with you.”

“It’s just a dream. You probably slept too much. Perhaps you can find something interesting to do during the day,” Michael said nonchalantly. “The palace lacks nothing to kill time with. You can do whatever you want.”

“That’s not what I am saying. I’m saying that it really looks like something happened between you two. I dreamed that you were standing next to Lovecraft.” I recalled, ignoring the expression on Michael’s face.

“How about I go with you tomorrow? I have nothing to do here. I promise I won’t cause you any trouble,” I said as I grabbed Michael’s finger.

Michael muttered to himself for a moment before rejecting, “No, I don’t think that’s possible. Cecily, I’m very sorry.”

Why?

This sentence rolled around my lips, but I swallowed it back down.

“Can you tell me what you’re busy with? You haven’t rested a single day since we came back,” I asked softly. “I almost didn’t see you these past few days. There were nights when I didn’t know if you were back. What important things did Brandon assign to you?”

“It’s a matter of the royal family. It involves the change of power and the various families. Cecily, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. It’s already very late.”

I looked at Michael’s tired face and the shadow under his eyes from not having a good rest. I sighed and knew that this discussion was over.