"You really don't want me to go, do you?"
Nathaniel's hands were wrapped tightly around Mango's waist as the wind and his eyes were full of desire.
Mango's breathing had become fast too, but she smiled and said, "I'll give it to you when you come back."
"You cheeky little...!"
Nathaniel's breathing was a little disordered as he lowered his head and kissed Mango's cherry lips fiercely. That lingering aura of his was as if he wanted to suck Mango completely into him.
Finally, their make- out session ended while Lebanon's helicopter was ready too.
Carlson gave Nathaniel and Walter the right to save Thomas, but they could only depart from Angolla quietly.
Mango stroked Nathaniel's face and said, "You better come home in one piece or you'll be in trouble."
"Alright."
Nathaniel looked at Mango's red lips and really wanted to take her to their room and continue
what they started, but he knew that he couldn't.
Walter and Deborah said goodbye to each other while Mango patted the back of Nathaniel's hand and said, "Remember, always carry those medicines with you. It can save your life."
"Alright."
Soon, Walter and Nathaniel boarded the plane, and the helicopter took off quickly. It seemed that Mango and Deborah were taken away with it too.
Mango hugged Deborah's shoulder and whispered, "Don't worry, Deborah. They'll come back. They definitely will."
"Yes."
Deborah nodded as she suppressed the reluctance in her heart and returned to the palace with Mango.
Tomorrow was Lebanon's big day, and as his family members, they had a lot to do.
Meanwhile, because of Walter's punch, Prisca coughed often due to the pain, and Carlo stayed by her side and took care of her properly.
When Mango and Deborah came back, they saw such a harmonious scene and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Mr. Foster, you're so nice to the Sixth Princess.
Why aren't you so attentive to us?"
Mango started teasing them.
Prisca blushed suddenly to this.
"Mrs. Ye, you're amusing. Carlo and I grew up together. It's not what you think."
"What are we thinking?"
Mango continued to tease them.
However, Carlo pulled Prisca into his arms and said domineeringly, "What? Are you saying that no one cares about Prisca? I'm telling you, I am back now, and I will never forgive whoever dares bully her in the future!"
"What are you talking about?"
Prisca's face turned redder. Then, she gave Carlo a tug, feeling a little shy.
Deborah started laughing instead.
"Prisca, can we call you that?"
Prisca paused for a moment and then nodded quickly.
She had been timid since she was a child and had no friends. Even though everyone referred to her as the Sixth Princess, they didn't respect her in the slightest. When Lebanon became the king, she was finally being respected, but she was still envious of her sister, Prissy.
Everyone called her by her name instead of Fifth Princess, and Prisca was really envious of this.
Therefore, hearing Deborah's words now, she quickly nodded in agreement.
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