Davis and Myria walked a long way back to the mansion. They didn't fly or hover but walked on the footpath, holding hands and Myria couldn't hide her smile all the way. In fact, the worry of tribulation or any other consequences for that matter wasn't on her mind.
She was at another place, a place where she finally became a wife and, for the first time, felt like she didn't have to worry about anything, allowing her to finally feel feminine and at ease.
However, all that was destroyed when she saw the grinning expression of Ellia and all the things she did above the bed came down crashing like a boulder.
"Ellia… don't…"
Myria's cheeks instantly turned crimson while Ellia daintily walked forward. She appeared before them and leaned on Davis, giving him a kiss on his cheek before she cast a teasing look at Mryia.
"I haven't even said anything, Myria~"
"…"
Myria pouted. She felt her face burn and glared at Davis.
