"Why are you staring at me?" Mars who raised the bowl to his mouth, ready to drink it, halted his movement mid-air. He furrowed his brows and looked at Emmelyn with a curious gaze. "Is there something on my face?"
Emmelyn shook her head. "No, it's not it."
"So?" Mars downed his potion then put the bowl on the table. "You know that staring is rude, right?"
Emmelyn nodded.
Her meek attitude made Mars confused.
She was usually feisty. What made her this way? Was she feeling sad?
Did something happen today? This made him feel worried.
The prince didn't know that Emmelyn was feeling guilty for making him sleep on the couch. She suspected that was the reason why Mars had to take his sleeping potion again after so long. She knew this man was very active and needed his good rest.
What should she do? Should she ask him to share her bed again? She already encouraged him to go back to his own room.
