"Is that the random guy you met in Betania?" Lucius suddenly interrupted. "The one you said is your type? Or am I wrong?"
Ivory widened her eyes in surprise that her best buddy once again thought of an excuse. She didn't know why, but he would always cover it up. Did he already know who did it?
"Well… who's this random guy?" the prince raised his brow.
"The tavern was dark, so I couldn't really remember," she responded. She talked as if she was recalling the event, and her straight answer made the prince believe her, "Anyway, I was drunk. Please forget that embarrassing moment."
But at the back of her mind, she could faintly remember how her beloved Servant did it to her. Although she couldn't remember everything that happened that night, she could still feel his lips grazing her skin.
Ivory felt hot and she immediately turned her back from them. "So I hope we cleared up the misunderstanding…"
