The King s Love

Clean white body, naturally beautiful face and sexy dress. That is the picture of an 18-year-old girl who is now staggering in the corridor of a five-star hotel.

Her heart was pounding and her face was red because she was exposed to a drink mixed with stimulants. The woman tried to control herself so as not to fall into the enemy's trap.

Her legs trembled as if they were unable to support the weight of the body, so that he unknowingly swayed and fell into the arms of a man with dark blue hair.

A servant who was standing behind the 18-year-old man was surprised to see a woman who suddenly fell into the arms of his young master. The maid's temples covered in cold sweat imagining what would happen next.

The 18-year-old woman looked up at the man younger than her, red lips and the woman's pleading expression made the 18-year-old young man unable to hold back his desire.

"I beg you, help me. My body is very hot, I'm a handsome young man, you can't bear to see a beautiful girl suffer like this?" The woman begged while rubbing her cheek against the young man's chest.

"What is this woman doing? Young Master won't like it," thought the maid anxiously.

"Oh okay. You're the one who's sick of me, so don't blame me if you can't get out of bed later."A perverted grin printed perfectly from the man's sexy lips.

17 years after the incident, the man had an accident that caused him to hit his head so hard that he couldn't remember the events of that hot night. He lives a normal life like an ordinary man, working in a company he owns .

"Welcome back, Young Master." The maids greeted the return of a man with dark blue hair and sapphire irises, who walked arrogantly past the maids.

"Get the car ready!"

"Francis, you just came back from London Now where are you going? You haven't even gone in and rested yet." An old woman walked over to her beloved grandson, the feeling of homesickness that had been held back for several years was finally relieved after reuniting with the figure of her beloved granddaughter.

The man named Fransis Lonenlis turned his head when he heard his grandmother's reprimand, he pulled his lips slightly to form a thin curved line.

"Grandmother."

The man walked over to the old woman and hugged her for a moment to treat the longing that existed.

"Francis, you just came. Why don't you rest first, your mother has prepared lunch.Shall we eat together?" Persuade the Grandmother.

His gentle gaze turned sharp when he heard Mother's words, his face hardened remembering the figure of his father's young wife .

"She's not my mother, my mother has died because of my father's affair with that woman." The sapphire irises showed dislike and hatred, making the grandmother look down sadly. She could understand her grandson's disappointment.

"Grandma understands, Frans Don't be angry anymore, pity him. Your father loved him very much, he was still young. You have to fix her son?" Persuaded the grandmother.

Francis didn't answer anything, he still had to argue with his grandmother."Fine, I won't bother her ."