The merman, my man

Chapter 207

“Oh… Lover, huh? “ I mumbled hoarsely, feeling as if something was suddenly stuck in my throat.

Luna noticed that I was behaving weirdly, and asked, “What’s wrong, Linda?“

“N-Nothing. It seems David will be fine for a while— we’ve gotten lucky this time.“ I rubbed my nose

even as I changed the subject.

In the room, Miya’s people entered and picked up the shattered crystal on the table, while Dicken stood

coldly and dutifully behind Miya as her bodyguard. The dim light hid his facial expression from This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

everyone else, but I could feel him staring closely at the shattered crystal in despair and misery.

His bloodline was extremely vital for what few surviving merfolk right now, and as their leader, he had a

duty to make his race flourish. I was convinced that, given his character, he would kill every person in

the room if he wanted to.

And yet, he was maintaining an eerie calmness, standing upright in a corner like a sculpture—that is,

until Miya approached him, leaned in, and said something into his ear. That was when his lips parted

slightly, and he was somehow smiling as he responded in Italian.

I must admit that Dicken looked just like a mysterious, noble night, and it was a damn

enchanting mesmerizing sight.

At the same time, I instantly felt an indescribable yet uncomfortable sensation gnawing my heart, as if I

were an upset young wife spotting my husband having an affair. Still, I felt even more upset at the sight

of the shattered crystal.

As if by instinct, I began to wonder what I meant to Dicken—was I just a progeny carrying his blood?

Did he protect me just because I was his blood?

I promptly stopped myself at that thought, refusing to think any further! Even so, the bitterness in my

heart was unstoppable.

F*ck!

As if to throw those thoughts out of my head, I shook it as firmly as possible.

Meanwhile, Miya was ready to leave. I watched as Dicken saw her off and picked up the crystal on the

table, carefully picking it up and holding it in his palm.

He was wearing a pair of leather gloves, and I recalled the scene just now when he embraced me.

Even if he had turned human, there were many minute details that he did not successfully change—

there must still be webs between his fingers, hence the need for gloves.

At that very moment, I watched his towering figure restraining a shudder. He must be holding back his

extreme agony.

And that made my heart ache as well.

“Let’s go, Linda—David definitely needs us right

now,“ Luna prompted beside my ear just then.

I also noticed that Dicken was heading for the door, and turned to Luna to gesture for her to leave first.

Then, I bounded across the room and leapt in through the window, intent on chasing down Dicken, but

he had already disappeared outside the doorway.

I swore under my breath and dashed down the stairs, praying that he hadn’t gone far. Nonetheless, as I

ran through the corridor, a door suddenly opened, a hand extending and grabbing me by the rear of my

collar.

I was pulled into the darkness in a split second, and a pungent aroma struck my nose immediately,

allowing me to realize who it was. I didn’t struggle at all as Dicken picked me up and headed for the

sewers, while I greedily leaned over his chest and took in his scent.

Once the manhole was covered, he held on to me tightly as he pressed me over the dank walls of the

sewers. His body seemed to be shaking from agitation, and his breathing was rushed and rough, just

before I heard the sound of fabric being torn apart.

I looked down towards the sound to find that the hem of Dicken’s trench coat was bulging, as a firm

and powerful object flailed, seemingly struggling as it tried to break out of Dicken’s clothes.

I wanted to tear his clothes apart in reflex, but he tore it on his own instead, and I was left stunned by

what I saw.

I’m not sure if I should call that thing a ‘leg’ because it didn’t look like one at all. It was as if a fish’s tail

was sliced through the middle, and yet both were still covered in black, shining scales, with the tips

being squeezed into a pair of black leather shoes. I could scarcely imagine what was inside—human

feet? Or fins that were stuffed inside? Moreover, there was newly grown skin that was now connecting

the fish tail once more. It was obvious that the ‘legs’ were doing all they could to return to each other,

and recombine into that long, thick, and black fishtail.