The Scarred Queen's Rise (Athena) novel Chapter 698

Chapter 698

“Well, well, speak of the devil,” Natasha muttered, her blood boiling as she recalled their last encounter with Evander at the opera house,

‘How dare he have the audacity to steal my first kiss, Natasha fumed inwardly.

She was so furious that she couldn’t s

‘Even in my dreams, I’m plotting how

sleep

a wink for several nights.

to take down Evander, Natasha furned inwardly.

‘Perfect timing–Evander is out in the

all by himself, Natasha thought, her eyes lighting up.

A mischievous gleam flashed in Natasha’s eyes as a plan popped into her head.

She trailed behind Evander, then deliberately ‘accidentally‘ bumped into him.

“Ouch.” Natasha cried out, clutching her forehead, while Evander clapped a hand over his nose with a grimace.

Both of them cried out in pain. Evander frowned as he looked at the newcomer, but when he saw it was Natasha, his expression softened. “Oh, it’s you,” Evander said.

That was his soon–to–be Princess Consort, after all.

Evander always felt that Natasha was his personal jinx–ever since they were kids, every encounter brought him nothing but misfortune.

They had never managed to get along, not

even once.

Strangely enough, today Natasha was acting like a completely different person–none of her usual loud, boisterous antics in sight.

Feigning alarm, Natasha quickly produced a handkerchief and stepped forward with exaggerated concern. She asked, her voice dripping with false solicitude, “Your Highness, are you alright? It’s all my fault–I didn’t notice you. Are you badly hurt? Does it hurt terribly?”

Natasha’s words made Evander feel as if he’d come face to face with a ferocious beast.

If he hadn’t known for sure it was Natasha standing before him, he’d have thought he were in a dream.

Evander took a discreet step back, his gaze guarded as he looked at/her. “This prince is fine,” he insisted.

‘Like hell I’m fine,‘ Evander thought. ‘My nose is killing me.’

“It’s all my fault, Your Highness. Please don’t hold it against a silly girl like me,” Natasha cooed with exaggerated sweetness, fluttering her eyelashes at Evander and giving him a sickly sweet smile.

A violent shiver ran down Evander’s spine.

‘This is terrifying,‘ he thought.

Evander turned to leave hastily. “No offense taken, no offense taken. This prince has urgent matters. Miss Beren, please excuse me.”

But Natasha blocked his path, putting on her most/earnest expression. “Your Highness, could you do me a favor? My horse, Vortex, ran out of the city- could you please help me get him back?”

As she hobbled forward with an exaggerated limp, Evander’s gaze dropped to her ankle. “Are you hurt?” he asked, suspicion lacing his voice.

“I bumped into a pillar and startled Vortex,” Natasha whimpered in an artificially sweet tone, gently tugging at Evander’s sleeve, her eyes glistening with tears. “Vortex is my dearest companion–if lose him, I might as well die.”

Listening to her own sickly–sweet baby voice, Natasha nearly gagged.

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Chapter 698

‘But if I wanted revenge and to break off this ridiculous engagement with Evander, this was the only card I had left to play, she thought bidr

A flicker of hesitation crossed Evander’s face. He craned his neck, his eyes darting nervously left and right, as if searching for an escape from the bat

situation.

Natasha feigned confusion and asked in a sickly–sweet tone, “Your Highness, what are you looking at?”

In her haste, she momentarily forgot to put on her sugary act, but quickly slipped back into her honeyed tone and cooed, “Your Highness, please help

me.”

“Did you come out alone?” Evander asked cautiously.

Natasha shook her head pitifully. “No.”

Evander looked flustered. “This prince has urgent matters to attend to-”

Before Evander could finish his sentence, Natashanly flung herself into his arms and burst into theatrical tears.

He felt like his scalp was about to explode, his hands hovering in midair–itching to push her away, yet not daring to.

Evander could only plead helplessly, “Miss Gu, have some decency.”

“We’re practically husband and wife already, yet you won’t even do this one little thing for me? If you can’t even do this for me now, what hope do I have for our future together? I might as well just dash my brains out right now.”

Natasha suddenly lunged toward a stone, clearly about to smash her head against it. Evander panicked–there was no way he could let her die right before his eyes.

Evander hastily grabbed her arm and yanked her back with force, sending Natasha tumbling against his chest once more.

Evander’s face flushed crimson as he let out a defeated sigh. “Fine,” he conceded, “let’s go find your Vortex.”