Frenchies pressed his lips onto her, twirled inside her mouth until his breathing could be supplied into her lungs. His hand kept holding the back of her head carefully, afraid that he would hurt her. He didn't even press more strength into his gripping or holding cautiously.

Not long after, Siemus started to feel suffocated during her unconscious state. She could feel that something was blocking her lips forcibly. Starting to regain her consciousness, she struggled to part open her heavy eyelids and when she did, her face froze watching the man in front of her. Worst of all, he was holding her lips between his teeth.

Siemus almost went insane in anger and rage. Using her elbow harshly,he poked on his waist so painfully that he had to backup painfully. Frenchies cried out in pain before looking up at Siemus astoundingly. He didn't expect her to wake up at this time exactly. His expression went through several changes.

Siemus screamed out in agony, ready to smack him harder few times,

" You... pervert Pussycat...How dare you take advantage of me during my unconscious state? I am going to kill you hundredth times."

Siemus complained whinnyingly and moved forward to beat him up. Even though she was weak in health, she didn't care and jumped onto him to vent out her anger.

Frenchies was speechless. He grabbed her throwing arms carefully without pressing much strength and sneered before talking,

" Woah.. Oldie.. wait.. wait.. What nonsense have you thought? I was only helping you to recover fast."

Siemus didn't believe on his words first time. She rumbled angrily and tried to break free from his grip,

" Liars! I saw with my own eyes that you were kissing me! How dare you take advantage of my poor health? Pervert! I am going to complain to Princess Ayra when she returns. There's so many malicious people in this palace."

Frenchies was about to cry. He was merely offering her a little help but he couldn't deny the truth that her lips tasted really good. At one point, he really wished to smooch her lips greedily. But everything he did because he couldn't imagine other man's lips on her.

Frenchies scoffed back while holding her arms into a tight grip,

" Listen to me..You..mad woman... Physician asked you to give artificial oxygen. I was only trying to pass you some breathing so that you can get back your sense fast. If you don't believe me, ask the physician. He is still outside."

Siemus suddenly stopped scolding and looked up at him suspiciously to ensure the sincerity of his words. Narrowing her eyes at him, Siemus muttered panting for air heavily,

" You...you are saying the truth?"

Frenchies gave her an arrogant snort. Straightening his collar proudly, he gave her a quick cold glance and scoffed rolling his eyes,

" Or else what? Did you think that I would like to kiss an arrogant oldie woman like you? It's your blessing that I decided to give you breathing support. If I weren't here, that old physician would use his mouth to supply you breathing. Humph!"

Siemus scoffed back, curling her lips into a disgusted smile,

" At least, it was best than having your nasty lips on me. Why didn't you let him do that?"

Frenchies's expression turned sour. He pursued his lips together before uttering disbelievingly,

" You... you.. actually prefer his old lips than mine? Damn it all, Oldie. You die in hell."

He grumbled before standing up and started to head outside of her room. Siemus scoffed and shouted behind his back,

" You die in hell, pussycat."

After he headed outside after slamming the door off angrily, Siemus actually felt a little guilty. He was really trying to help her but why did his reaction seem strange?

Frenchies walked out of the room angrily. Watching him coming out, a maid rushed forward before reporting in a courteous voice,

" Master Frenchies, Princess Isabella has summoned you inside her chamber."

Frenchies hummed as response and waved at the maid to leave. He sweared that he would make Siemus regretting on her statement one day.

How dare she called his lips ugly?

Walking over to Isabella's room, Frenchies straightened his back before knocking on the door lightly. A faint voice replied soon afterwards,

" Come in."

Frenchies pushed open the door before stepping in slowly. Bowing his head courteously, Frenchies spoke looking slightly curious,

" Princess..you asked for me?"

Isabella teared her eyes from the distant trees outside. Turning around to face Frenchies, Isabella spoke in a worried voice,

" Do you know where Jessie has gone?"

Frenchies looked surprised and blurted out unknowingly,

" Princess Jessie..She isn't in palace?"

Isabella shook her head denying. Her heart ached for her younger sister and replied with worry,

" She had argument with me today. After that, she left and hasn't returned yet. I thought that she would return by midnight but she isn't seen anywhere. Frenchies, I am starting to feel worry for her. Cedric isn't also present at this moment. Can you please go on your own to find her? Only I can depend you right now."

Frenchies nodded his head enthusiastically. Noticing her pale expression, Frenchies assured in a deep voice,

" Don't worry, Princess. I will make sure that she comes back before dawn. Please, you just take care of your health."

Isabella chuckled lightly and returned him a smile,

" You talk like my brother always. You go ahead. I am doing fine here."

Frenchies walked out of Isabella's room and had immediately made his way in search of Jessie. He wanted to start from Inn first and went straight for the Inn. After searching inside the Inn, Frenchies came outside dissapointedly. The new Inn owner confirmed that she didn't come here for the past few days.

Then where did she go this time? Except Inn, there wasn't much places that Jessie could go in. Furthermore the Shifters had recently attacked on their palace. What if she had encountered them somewhere?