Chapter 1685: Catherine Is Very Afraid

Jocelyn Morgan isn’t just a romantic dreamer; she has truly fallen in love with someone and is willing to give everything for them, even disregarding her own life."You look exhausted..." She softly cupped his face, noticing how dull and weary he looked, with stubble growing on his chin.

It truly broke her heart, and she felt as if her heart was about to shatter.

"Promise me, take good care of yourself, okay?" Jocelyn looked at him sorrowfully, as sparkling tears suddenly rolled down again.

This really pained Ian Shelby; he couldn’t bear to see her cry.

So he gently cupped her face and tenderly kissed away the tears escaping her eyes.

Writers are naturally empathetic, kind-hearted, always considerate of others, and more easily moved to tears than most people, tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

Sometimes, seeing a cat shedding hair can make them sad for a long time...

Ian’s kiss gradually warmed Jocelyn’s body, and his heart too.

Jocelyn Morgan tiptoed and actively kissed his chin, feeling the rough stubble... then kissed his lips.

The two embraced once again, their hearts drawing even closer together.

At this moment, in Catherine’s palace, a subordinate came in and whispered something in her ear.

After hearing it, Catherine frowned slightly, then waved him away.

The subordinate saluted and turned to leave.

Julie looked at her, "Princess, what’s wrong?"

Catherine told her, "CEO Kingston took Miss Morgan to see Prince Louis, and they haven’t come out for twenty minutes."

Julie pondered this, speculating, "Could they be having tea? After all, the Prince did extend an invitation."

Catherine thought to herself, if these twenty minutes were unusual, then they could be discussing too many things, making this woman inexplicably anxious.

"No, CEO Kingston must not be swayed by Louis. Let’s go and see!" She was starting to lose her cool, so she stepped quickly toward the door.

"Princess!" Julie, still rational, quickly followed her, "What reason will you give for going? If you go there rashly, it will arouse suspicion! What will you say?"

"..." Catherine stopped in her tracks, realizing she made a good point but was unwilling, still wanting to see what’s happening.

CEO Kingston must not be swayed by Louis!

Julie stood beside her, reminding, "Princess, if you go, Prince Louis will suspect you’re having people monitor him. In the current situation, it’s better not to offend him."

"..." Catherine turned her eyes, mood gloomy, "Then what should we do now? Let them chat freely? Louis seems like he only grows flowers, but he’s definitely not a fool."

"I also think he’s unfathomable," Julie pondered, "He’s too calm."

Catherine’s eyes turned ruthless, her voice cold, "In any case, the throne must not fall into his hands."

"Let’s go see the King now," Julie said, "You haven’t been there for a while."

The woman finally calmed her mood, taking a deep breath, "Let’s go." She stepped forward.

Julie followed her.

At this moment, in the King’s palace.

The bedroom was extraordinarily spacious, with extremely luxurious decor, everything resplendent in gold.

On display shelves were exquisite sculptures, and huge oil paintings were all original masterpieces by renowned artists.

On the grand bed, the King was propped halfway up, coughing violently, with several servants attending nearby.

He had just ordered that they weren’t allowed to call for a doctor.

The servants had no choice but to support him, holding a handkerchief, and someone brought a spittoon, all looking very anxious.

"Cough, cough... cough, cough!" The King felt as if he was coughing up his lungs, veins bulging on his forehead, struggling even to breathe.