"We had been waiting for you, my lady, but it seemed I was too rough last night that you overslept."
I had eaten nothing yet, but I nearly choked as soon as I heard Luis' remarks. I glanced at him, only to see him smirking deviously at me. Oh, my good Lord. This hauntingly beautiful man!
"Hah...!" Yves let out a dry scoff while glaring at my fiance. "Do you really plan to drag my sister's honor to the gutter by your insinuation?"
"Yves." Marquess Ross was quick to intervene this time as he cast his son a cold look. Unlike the emotional Yves, Marquess Ross's stoic countenance didn't change the slightest.
"Apologies for my son's behavior. Yves and Marsella had been close since they were children, so my son is overprotective of his little sister," he explained politely.
