Mermaid Sugarbabe

ins, painting the room with a gentle glow. Max wa

to rise after 6am. Yet today, the clock already read 8am, and Max had yet to emerge. Ford couldn't help but wonder if the presence of the mysterious girl had something to do with it. Perhap

mpting to piece together the events that had led to his current state. Then, his eyes landed on a figure resting peacefully on the bed, and the memory of last n

the sleeping girl. But when he saw her sweet face sleeping on his bed, her delicate features softened

g event of the previous night. How had these seemingly fragile legs managed to del

world, his strength was legendary. To think that someone as petite as her to have ousted him from t

the meeting for a later time?" Ford's voice persist

hortly," Max's voice ca

s roused by the sound of Ford's voice, Max

tioned Ford as he opened the door, g

. Even the bathroom bore the evidence of their chaotic encounter. It was a sight to behold, an environment transformed by the previous night's chaos. Ford couldn't help but allow his imagination to wander, envisioning the wildness that m

his attention back to the present. "Don't dist

esponded, a respectful nod

th more information on Amelia. As they engaged in conversation, For

eries of glaring omissions. "No address? No date of birth? Nex

f these details. It appears that she encountered an accident in

specially when dealing with unfamiliar individuals. Yet, even as his mind raced with potential suspicions, he found himself resisting the impulse to view Amelia through a lens of mistrust. There was something in her cle

t aside his reservations, allowing t

ere might be clues that could help her piece together her

Ford responded wit

ed, his tone firm yet tinged with a note of con

elia's slumber was rudely interrupted by the

ncess... Amelia... Help

ng away the remnants of drowsiness. She scanned the

ald.

I'm falling...! I

outside, she saw Herald perilously clinging to the window

ndow open and carefully retrieved Her

rald breathed a sigh of relief, his tiny

of accomplishment washing over

he inquired, "Princess Amelia, h

n playfully. "Hmmm... Nope, I emerged unscath

anced around, her brows knitting. "Wait... wher

Amelia. I saw him strolling to his car this morning. He seems to be in one piec

elief. "Thank goodness! I thought I might have inadvertently

'm in deep trouble. I think I accidentally spoiled the pearl necklace. It's

oesn't look like there's any cracks or scratches on it. Maybe the magic has worn off? I'll send a me

, I'll stay put. My gut feeling tells me that the treasure must be somewhe

I've been a diligent hermit and gathered

igued. "Tell me, Heral