WARNING:
This chapter contains an explicit sex scene. Please read at your own discretion.
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Tristan's desire still burned hot and bright, and when Serene walked in, he could sense what exactly she desired from him.
With her spirit force and enhanced senses, the princess of Vanyar would know what has been happening inside the room. Even if their moans did not leak outside, they weren't exactly being subtle. The only reason she was here was either jealousy to the point of blind rage, or to express her regret stemming from her actions beforehand.
All led to the same conclusion: she truly cares about him to some extent.
Tristan walked towards her, his body fully unclothed, and stood in front of her. His expression held no trace of guilt.
Serene glanced at the unconscious woman lying on the bed and rage boiled within her. She practically jumped towards him and was about to slap him, only for Tristan to grab her wrist to stop her.
