The Emperor Who Loves Me Dearly

"Are you ready for the big day Miss?" the gorgeous man playfully asked the woman who is brushing her lengthy golden hair. Seating comfortably on the woman's bubblegum pink couch, Hannibal's eyes never left Helen's back. 

"Ugh, this hair, one day, I will get a haircut, it's very hard to comb," she said to herself but the man heard it though. He chuckles a bit before finally getting up. 

"Here, let me," he said warmly, taking over the situation. 

'Did he heard what I said?' Helen's face started to heat up, spending time with Hannibal feels like having a fever every day, a nice kind of fever. 

"Now, now, don't frown anymore, it lessens your cuteness," he said, now placing his big hands on the head of the lady, slowly and carefully gliding the brush on her long hair. 

"Call me anytime you are having a hard time with your hair, I will come over and do this for you," 

Helen caught Hannibal's smile on the mirror, it's more beautiful and precious than any gems she had seen before although she had not seen a lot, she knew, Hannibal's smile is incomparable to every gem in the world. It's priceless. 

'I will not cut my hair anymore if he likes it so much' she thought. 

"Don't give me false hope! You are a CEO, how can you have the time to come here every morning to do my hair? I might as well get a haircut" she pouted, Helen knew Hannibal will object.

"I will come here, trust me"

"Do you promise?"

"I promise you"

"There's no turning back! You know I hate broken promises" Helen crossed her arm, emphasizing her big mountains.  

Hannibal stopped brushing her hair and looks at her seriously through the mirror.

"When did I not fulfill my promise? Tell me, Helen" his voice now is not hinting any humor on it. 

Helen gulped a little bit, it's really scary when Hannibal is being serious and too earnest. She shifted her gaze, careful not to get caught by those gray orbs. 

"H-hm, you always stay true to your words Mister, please let go of Helen this once okay?" she speaks in a child-like way. If anything, Helen always pacify Hannibal by acting cutely and even childish, she knows his weakness. 

'Bah! Take that Hannibal, you dare make me nervous hmp!' 

Hannibal pats her head and sighed, this woman will be the death of him, how can she act this way while wearing nothing but a robe? If only he's not a gentleman himself, Helen would have been devoured many months ago. 

"Okay, but later on your interview, I will not help you get through!" he reprimanded her, well, Hannibal knew he can trust his woman. 

" Now, go change before I even eat you," he said, whispering the last five words. 

"What??"

"Nothing, go change, we will be late" pushing the attractive woman away. 

When did his heart starting beating for this lynx? 

Hannibal had always known, this feeling he has for Helen is forbidden, yet he can't stop especially when she's within his grasp. 

'She's too close that sometimes, I want to believe that she's mine'

The man in his corporate suit smiled sadly as he looks out in the window. 

'Did I make the right choice?' he questioned himself. 

Did he really make the right choice to develop the reversing drug to counter Logan's memory loss drug? 

 Hannibal feels that creating the medicine was the right thing to do, it will save his empire from having the cure. But right now, looking at the woman with emerald eyes, he regrets finishing the reversing drug. 

He badly wants Celestia to be his even though he knew he can't. 

Leaning on the wall, getting drunk on his own thoughts, Hannibal heaved a long sigh. 

"Give me more time, I swear I will return her to you when the time comes," he said to no one in particular, his gray eyes starting to show signs of crying. 

'Damn, I really love her'

Give him more time, he promises to make Logan take the reversing drug later. 

Helen has been with him for two years, but he still selfishly wants to have more. She's like an addiction he can't get over with. However, deep down, Hannibal's heart knew, she is the addiction he is willing to get addicted again and again, even if it's bad for him, even if it's already killing him. He never regretted what happened two years ago, when he saved her from death's door.