Chapter 39

“What's wrong, love?" Lieutenant Oliver Evans asked Princess Yasmin.

Yasmin swallowed down the lump that has form in her throat, and looked at him in straight in the eyes.

"I can't do this," she whispered with a shaky breath.

Oliver screwed up his face in confusion and shook his head slightly. "Do what, love?" he questioned, taking her both hand into his.

His soft touch sent a warm feeling surging through her body, and she had to break the eye contact in order to concentrate.

"T-This. . ." she said, finally found her voice.

A moment of silence passed through them.

"What does that mean, Love?" Oliver asked again, suddenly sounding worried.

Yasmin let out a heavy sigh, and focused her eyes downwards. She couldn't even look him in the eye.

"Love, look at me," Oliver demanded.

"Let's break up," Yasmin whispered, scared to say it louder. "I can't be with you anymore."

Silence followed once again. Yasmin can sense Oliver is trying to processed her revelation.

"No," he simply stated in a lo