Ellen found herself looking at him even if she thought his words were seamless. Everyone likes to look at beautiful things, and she must say that the man before her was the most handsome man she had seen.
Their eyes locked, and Ellen felt her heart miss a beat; there was something about his eyes that drawed her to him. It was like there was a magnet pulling them together.
She unconsciously compared him with Emperor Vanish again. The Emperor was also young and handsome, but she felt that if the word handsome were used to describe that emperor, it would be an insult to use the exact words on this king.
Ellen smiled; she was not aware of her intense her gaze was. The king felt his thoat dry, he was thirsty, but water was not what he wanted to drink. He wanted to kiss her at that moment, but the little rational side told him not to do that; after all, he was almost a stranger to her without her memory.
