Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love novel Chapter 290

Matthew had no answer to this, but he could not allow Lucy to continue misunderstanding him.

This had to do with his innocence, and he had to explain things to Lucy.

“Silly wifey. It’s because you never know how to breathe when we’re kissing. Besides, when a man meets the love of his life, he’ll immediately become a sweet talker.”

Lucy did not know how to react. She decided that she would most definitely surrender completely to Matthew.

Why did this man have such a strong hold on her?

…

Cillian left the palace looking completely crestfallen. He was filled with pain. He knew Lucy very well and understood exactly what she was trying to say.

However, he could not give her up. Lucy had been a part of his life for a long time.

It was cruel of her to destroy the last hope he had.

Cillian was filled with despair, and he continued walking forward without a word.

Some of the dignitaries with him wanted to ask if it was alright for them to leave without informing the king.

However, they could tell that Cillian was in a terrible mood. No one dared to step on his toe at a time like this.

“I’d like to be alone. You should leave first.”

Cillian suddenly paused in his footsteps and told his companions following behind. One of them felt troubled about this and could not help asking, “Mr. Cillian, aren’t you returning with us? Mr. Caleb must still be waiting at the embassy for you.”

Cillian was just an ordinary man. If he had not called his older brother, Caleb, and insisted on using Caleb’s status as Charleston’s temporary peace ambassador, he would not have been able to get into the palace.

Now that the visit had ended, Cillian would need to return to report the trip to Caleb.

The song was about a Versailles girl who wandered to a land far away. Her heart was barren, and she had no home.

She would always look back to wait for a man who would never return. The Versailles girl who wandered to a land far away…

It was a soothing yet sorrowful song. It sounded like there was someone just as miserable as he was in this city.

Cillian took a seat at the bar and ordered a glass of whisky. He sipped it slowly.

He seldom drank hard liquor, but it seemed like no amount was enough for him today.

Cillian drank from day to dusk. He had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

The bar began to get noisy as men and women who had been working the entire day began to swarm in for some fun.