The girl wearing a white nightgown was tall with light tan skin and shiny brown hair. Her timid eyes had brown pupils.
She looked exactly like the woman in the temple who killed herself.
Lord Alexander scanned her up and down and the corner of his lips lifted in satisfaction.
"Come… Joana…"
The girl, whose name was not Joana but she had to act like one, shivered as she heard him.
Her heart sensed a pang of pain when he called her by someone else's name. Even so, she didn't express it. With shaky legs, she stepped forward and stopped in front of him.
Lord Alexander reached out and pinched her chin. Then, he raised her face and turned her to the candlelight. The yellow candlelight illuminated her face.
He admired her face a little longer before devouring her lips. Her lips were so soft and kissable.
He groaned and deepened the kiss. His hands undressed her without hesitation.
