Holding the person firmly, Wen Lin hugged Vicia and lay down halfway by the bed.

Seeing Vicia's exhausted expression, Wen Lin's anger suddenly slackened. She looked away, turned and walked to the table to pour a glass of water, and then turned back to the bed.

Muffled, "Drink water."

Gently rubbing her fingers against her eyebrows, Vicia took the water and drank it slowly. She turned to her side, facing Wen Lin, "Your Excellency, how long have you been waiting in the bedroom?"

Vicia's pupils and hair are light golden, and her complexion is like snow, as if covered with a dazzling brilliance.

Wen Lin felt her hand tremble slightly, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's not too long."

Quietly staring at Wen Lin, staring at the dark clouds accumulated in her dark eyes, Vichy smiled inexplicably, grabbed Wen Lin's hand, and forced her to sit beside her.

"Your Excellency, you won't lie, your hair is dry, but your hands are icy, and you're wearing a clean long dress."

In the past, Wen Lin's dress was only worn when she came to the White House to rest. If she came to the White House in the early morning, her clothes would not be so clean and her hair would not be dry.

Wen Lin turned against the light and her face was hidden in the darkness. After being pierced by Vicia, her expression didn't change much, she was still light.

The gaze that was deliberately staggered from Vicia seemed unfamiliar and distant.

For a long time, Wen Lin didn't answer.

Vicia observed Wen Lin's expression, was silent for a moment, increased the strength in her hands, and suddenly asked,

"When did your Excellency arrive at the White House last night and waited for me in the bedroom all night?"

The touch on her wrist was warm and soft, and Wen Lin opened her lips, enduring the question that was about to be blurted out.

It wasn't until the sourness in her throat disappeared that Wen Lin restrained herself, "Where did Your Majesty go tonight? Why did you come back now."

Vicia glanced at her with gentle eyes, and said softly, "Handle political affairs in the council hall."

This answer seemed to hit Wen Lin's sore spot. She threw off Vicia's hand in a violent reaction, and her chest heaved a few times before asking, "Is Your Majesty really handling political affairs in the Council Chamber?"

The anger and grievances suppressed in her heart were easily pulled out, Wen Lin bit her lip hard, trying to force herself to stabilize her demeanor with pain.

Wen Lin didn't understand. She didn't know Vicia's forbearance and embarrassment at all, but why did she deliberately hide herself every time.

If this is the case every time, then they can always maintain the relationship between the monarch and the minister, and what is the difference between picking and not breaking the love in their hearts.

Or rather, Vicia was using herself from beginning to end.

Thinking of this, Wen Lin evoked a self-deprecating smile. She was silent for a while, and finally she asked the doubts in her heart.

"Your Majesty Vicia, if I was just a humble, weak, and ordinary woman who couldn't be your helper and couldn't satisfy your lofty political ambitions, would you still look at me more? It's a glance."

Wen Lin's eyes seemed to have been swept by the storm, and the chaos after the pain went out of control was surging. She stared at the hands they held together and muttered,

"No, you won't."

Deep astonishment appeared in her azure blue eyes, and after a while, Vicia leaned forward, raised her hand to wrap Wen Lin's shoulder, and slowly embraced her.

She scrutinized Wen Lin's expression carefully, her fingers wrapped around the strands of hair that fell between the necks of the two of them.

The focused gaze on Yu Wenlin's face seemed to prove something.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, you are afraid and angry for Philip's arrival."

Vicia's voice was very slow and soft. She looked straight at Wen Lin, paying attention to every slight change in her expression.

The warm temperature invaded by itself, accompanied by a light fragrance mixed with the fragrance of wine, Wen Lin lowered her head and looked at the arm around her waist, countless complex emotions intertwined, impacting her only remaining decent.

She met Vicia's gaze and said stubbornly, "Your Majesty, answer my question."

Wen Lin's tone was still cold, but she didn't show any impatience. She looked at Vicia, stubbornly waiting for her answer.

The surroundings quieted down, Vicia's eyes became extremely soft at a certain moment, she slowly lifted Wen Lin's chin, and her eyes were level with her,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, there is no assumption you said. I am the monarch of Golan, and you are the only heir of the Sutherland family. This is an identity and responsibility that we cannot escape."

After a pause, Vicia still stared at Wen Lin intently. Suddenly, for a moment, she clearly saw Wen Lin's embarrassment and fragility.

Because of the embarrassment and vulnerability that she brought her.

It seemed to hear a clear cracking sound in the chest, sourness and pain spread from the gap, but Vicia's face was still calm, and her words were firm,

"Your Excellency, I remember I said long ago that you are destined to meet me."

Time seemed to stop, Wen Lin looked at Vicia, the hesitation and struggle in her eyes, and she said these specious words after hesitation.

Wen Lin felt extremely tired in an instant. She didn't want to ask any more questions, and she didn't want to add embarrassment.

With her breathing stagnant and her chest hurting unbearably, Wen Lin avoided Vicia's gaze a little in a hurry, and pushed her away firmly.

Standing up, Wen Lin stared at the floor under her feet, not daring to meet Visia, trying her best to calm down, "Your Majesty, it's time for me to go."

After saying that, without giving Vicia any time to react, she raised her legs and walked away.

Vicia's voice sounded behind her, Wen Lin just pretended she didn't hear it, opened the door, and walked out without saying a word.

The steps are getting bigger and faster.

Mrs. Wen Lin, who was on Mrs. Yaz's mouth, was still in the future and shouted, Wen Lin had already walked away.

His Excellency Wen Lin's face was even more ugly than before. Mrs. Yaz was worried, and hurriedly went into the bedroom to check on Vicia's situation.

I saw Visia sitting on the edge of the bed with a wistful expression, and there was still a hint of a wry smile and confusion on her lips.