Chapter 155
I placed a hand on Cyrus’s shoulder, squeezing gently to calm him. “It’s alright, Cyrus, I have solved the problem, “I said softly.
“I’ve already spoken to them, and they’ve apologized. It won’t happen again.” My gaze shifted to Carlos, still crouched by Cyrus.
Carlos straightened, his dark eyes locking with mine. “That’s not the point, Doris,” he said firmly. “It’s my responsibility to ensure you and Cyrus feel safe here. No one has the right to Treat you that way.”
He glanced at Cyrus, his expression softening. “And I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” Then, he encouraged Cyrus with a gentle smile. “Come on, give me a smile. Don’t let anything bother you, okay?”
Cyrus glanced at me for reassurance before adding. “But only if you promise to stay with us more.”
I was surprised to hear Cyrus demand this. Carlos looked at me, but didn’t say anything. He just hugged Cyrus again.
There was so much I wanted to say, but I held back. From their conversation, I realized I shouldn’t mention the maids or Superintendent Mary. “I’ll deal with them on my own,” I thought.
Before I could continue dwelling on it, Carlos motioned toward the doorway. “Come on! Let’s head to the garden for breakfast. It’s peaceful there, and I think we could all use a little peace this morning.”
I sighed and shook my head. “Yes, it’s a good idea. I was just a bit lost in my thoughts.”
“Carlos, I’ve managed fine so far. You can let your guard down for a moment,” I said after a short pause.
“No,” he replied simply, his tone resolute. “You can handle yourself, Doris. I know that. But you and Cyrus are my responsibility now. It’s not up for debate.”
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Before I could argue further, Cyrus let out a soft coo from nearby, breaking the rhythm of our conversation. “Fine,” I said, throwing my hands up in mock surrender. “Come along. You can play bodyguard at breakfast.”
The garden was peaceful, bathed in soft morning light. Once seated, I wrapped my arms. around Cyrus, Carlos stood nearby, his presence a steadying force.
Almost as if drawn by his presence, a group of young aristocratic girls strolled into the garden, their gowns shimmering with intricate embroidery and jewels.
They feigned surprise at seeing Carlos, but their intentions were transparent as they wanted to create a “chance” encounter.
They stayed close, their laughter too loud, their glances too frequent. Carlos, however, remained indifferent to them as his attention was firmly on me and Cyrus.
One of the women, dressed in a striking yellow gown, stepped closer. Her perfume was so overpowering that I could smell it even from my seat.
Cyrus began squirming in my arms, his tiny nose wrinkling before he sneezed loudly. “Bless “you, little one,” I murmured, rubbing his back. But the sneezes kept coming, one after
another.
Carlos frowned, his sharp gaze zeroing in on the source of the problem. “Excuse me,” he said, addressing the woman. “Your perfume is too strong. It’s making the baby uncomfortable. Please step away.”
The woman looked stunned, as though no one had ever spoken to her that way before. “I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me,” Carlos replied firmly. “Step back, and leave now.” His tone was unyielding. his concern for Cyrus unmistakable.
I could see his worry over Cyrus’s allergies driving his sharp response.
The woman’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger. She mumbled something under her breath before retreating, her scornful glare making it clear she wouldn’t forget the insult.
The other women followed her lead, their whispers fading as they walked away. I glanced
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at Carlos, a smile appeared on my lips. “You know, you could’ve been a little
gentler.”
“Why?” he replied bluntly. “She was the problem. I’m not going to let anyone bother him.”
Later, it was time for the dreaded royal lessons, part of what they called the “Royal Princess Programme.” Carlos wasn’t allowed to join, which meant I had to leave Cyrus with him.
“You’ll take care of him, won’t you?” I asked as I handed Cyrus over.
Carlos said instantly. “Of course. You don’t need to worry about him.”
Ismiled, brushing a hand over Cyrus’s soft hair. “I’ll do my best in class. Just don’t let him forget me.” “Impossible,” Carlos said with a hint of warmth.
As I walked to the training hall, I couldn’t help but glance back. Carlos was already rocking Cyrus gently, drawing the kind of envious stares from passersby that I had grown
Everyone saw how gentle he was with Cyrus, and their jealousy was evident.
used to
The lessons of “The Royal Princess Programme” were as tedious as I had feared: Royal
Etiquette, Philosophy, and Business Studies, among other subjects.
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