Chapter 58: Are You Trying To Murder Your Own Daughter?!
But at the same time, even though Yelena was already grinning from ear to ear, her heart bursting with joy, ready to pounce on Mika and shower his entire face with kisses like an overexcited puppy, she couldn’t just go leaping into his arms so easily.
No. No, no. She had her pride. Her dignity. She wasn’t some cheap woman who got a little happy after giving a gift and then melted like chocolate under the sun.
No!...She was Yelena, the terrifying, graceful, dignified guardian of humanity! And also the woman Mika needed to treat with utmost respect and utmost sweetness.
She expected effort. Charm...Even poetry, if possible.
So when Mika, like some dreamy prince from a romcom, extended his hand toward her and called her name with that smile that made her knees almost give out, she...resisted.
She planted her feet. Arms folded. Chin lifted. Waiting.
Waiting for him to walk over himself, whisper something sugar-sweet into her ears, maybe call her "gorgeous", "stunning" "my dazzling war goddess", something. Just standing there, satisfied with herself like she was the mastermind of the century.
This was going to be her moment...Her victory.
...Except.
...Except she forgot she had a shameless little gremlin of a daughter.
Charlotte, who had been quiet just a moment ago and should’ve stayed quiet considering how much apologizing she did earlier, suddenly perked up with an expression so devilishly gleeful that it made Yelena’s stomach drop.
"If Mama doesn’t want to do this scene..." Charlotte said sweetly, taking a single step forward with eyes glinting like a villain. "...then I guess I’ll do it instead."