Their Queen Returns novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Amber bit her lip, her head drooping. But the moment she heard Siema’s voice, she looked up her eyes meeting Sienna’s beautiful face, “Nenna, had a nightmare. I’m too scared to sleep by myself. Can I sleep in your bed tonigla?“.

Her voice was soft and sweet, but there was a nervous little quiver in it, like she was afraid Sienna might turn her down..

Sienna felt her heartstrings get sugges, her eyes lighting up just a bit. She couldn’t help but melt inside–Amber was just too adoralde when she acted all clingy like this.

As soon as she finished, Amber bit her lower lip, her face turning red with embarrassment. She felt like she’d been tricked–her pouty art

work at all.

Two hours ago, Chire had taught her how to act cutesy, saying that as long as she did, no one could resist her.

Amber’s long lashes flattered as she pouted, her lips sticking out, “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I guest

“Alright, you can sleep with me tonight,” Sienna said gently.

Amber’s face instantly lit up, practically bursting with exchement, “Really? Dean?”

er short hair was all fluffy, probably just washed.

Of course you can. You’re my little sister–get in here,” Sienna sid, ruling her hair. Her i

Amber’s smile widened, her face lighting up with joy. “Sienna, you’re the best. I love you so

u so much!”

Getting a taste of how well her cuteness worked, Amber just kept turning up the larm. Honestly, she was a natural at this–her soft cheeks and short hair made her look extra adorable, and her eyes always hail a hint of silly innocence.

Sienna reached out and grily pinched her cheek. “If you ever can’t sleep again, just come find me, okay?”

“Sure” Amber nodded.

What Amber didn’t know was that even if she hadn’t acted all cute and clingy. Sienna would we said yes anyway.

That night, for once, Winifred actually slept well–just because of one simple explanation from Sienna.

She really lost her memory for ten years? Was that why she never come looking for me? Winifred tried to convince herself, her heart wavering between relief and doubt.

In her dreams, tears slid down her cheeks. Her little black snake, sending something was wrong, slithered off her wrist and curled up on the nightstand, flicking its longue and watching her closely.

“Winifred, didn’t you have an appointment with the tattoo artist today! Let’s go ingether. What are you getting? A gun! I want one too” a girl pestered in Winifred’s ear.

“Back off. You’re annoying! Winifred snapped,

“Alright, Winifred, the girl replied, backing off quickly.

Winifred threw on her jacket, shoved her hands in her pockets, and strolled down the street with a laid–back attitude, walking like she owned the place. People quickly moved out of her way as soon as they saw her coming.

One little boy burst into tears right then and there–after all, Winifred had personally shattered his dream of becoming a rough bandit, and his bottom ull stung from the last time shield smacked him.

Winifred scoffed, bent down, pinched his check, yanked the lollipop out of his mouth, and tossed it straight into the trash. Then she stuck out her hand Hand it over.”

The little boy looked confused for a second, sured up his shot, and Winifred took two steps back in ilingust. “Get out of my sight. Now,” she ordered. She had completely lost her appetite for candy now.

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