The merman, my man

Chapter 183

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 183

“Little one,” At this point, my grandfather abruptly spoke up. With a kind expression on his face, he Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

looked down at me. “Sorry, my poor Linda, ” he said, holding my little hand in his palm. The merman’s

genes can keep you alive. I want you to live. I hope you don’t hate me if you find out later, ”

Grandfather said softly, his voice sounding hoarse and helpless.

’This was to me keep me alive? ‘ I was angry at the time because of their methrxl but stunned now.

When Dicken’s genes entered my Lady, I saw firsthand how my pale face turned a healthy red.

’So they did all of this to save my life?

I felt better after realizing that my grandfather did not do this to me because of Dicken. I took a deep

breath in and exhaled deeply. The scene in fro nt of me then began to shift once more.

body continued to fall. I n the blink of an eye, the dark blue ocean appeared. I was suspended about a

meter above the sea.

When I turned around, I saw someone I recog nized. Dicken, the handsome face, lowered his head and

looked at me. His wet hair landed on my cheek. I then realized I was being held in Dicken’s arms. He

squinted his narro\v eyes and stared at me intently as if he was looking at something intriguing. He was

attempting to amuse me. I could tell he loved me the way a father loves his daughter.

” Don t look at me that way! ” I wanted to say something, but all I managed to do \vas make baby

sounds \vhen I spoke. I extended my arm, attempting to push his body. But then I realized my arms

were too short. My fingers were small and delicate. I could only gently touch his body and grab his hair.

Dicken’s webbed claw carefully pinched my tiny foot in response to me. He seemed to be intrigued by

the aspect of me that \vas so dissimilar to him. Then he laug hed, raising the corners of his mouth.

I smacked his lips in disapproval.

At this point, another arm was carrying my body. It was my grandfather who greeted me with an old and

familiar face. He looked at Dicken with reverence before lowering his head as he saluted. Then he

whispered something in a language I didn’t understand

I guessed he was apologizing to Dicken far my disobedience. He, on the other hand, treated Dicken as

if he were a god.

‘Ridiculous! Will he blame himself for trusting the wrong man, no, the wrong merman, knowing how

Dicken treated me in the laboratory when I’m older?’

I closed my eyes and reminisced about my child hood. My mind appeared to be filled with a lot of complicated information and began to spin at high speed, making me dizzy. My mind was on the verge of explod i ng.

My childhood memories began to replay in my head like a movie. Childhood memories that had faded

into obscurity became visible once more.

Before I was ive years old, I noticed that Dicken was almost everywhere. Outside the window of the

house, by the sea, an the fishing board. He was like a ghost in the night, watching over me from time to

time without being noticed. He even rescued me

several times when I was in danger. He kept me out of harm’s way. He came into my life more

frequently than my parents came to see me in my hornet own.

He’ d play with me. A ferocious beast like him, a king of the sea, would sheer me up by impersonating

a dolphin playing water polo