As Desmond turned around, his pupils contracted, revealing a fleeting flicker of surprise. "Please, let them in," he uttered, his voice carrying a commanding tone.
Standing behind Laura, Diana loomed with her large, piercing orange eyes fixated on her coldly. A disdainful snort escaped her as her gaze caught Desmond's attention.
In an instant, her courage dissipated, evaporating like mist in the presence of a formidable creature. A flush of crimson rushed to her cheeks, and she couldn't help but bow her head in embarrassment, resembling a wilted plant overcome with shame.
"Young master Desmond," the captain addressed, breaking the tense silence after exchanging a meaningful glance with his soldier. Frowning upon noticing Desmond's indifferent gaze towards his young lady, he continued, his voice laced with concern.
