The Merman, My Man novel 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 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.

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