CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TWELVE – LUNCH INVITATION
Scarlette; "…."
The crimson-haired woman only shrugged off her shoulders and left Jeffrey's side as she went over to the bed and only sits there as if there is nothing.
Jeffrey; "..."
'This woman! Ha!... Why am I stressing myself about this matter?'
The Marquis didn't know what to think anymore as he could only let this matter slide for now since the crimson-haired woman wants to talk with him.
And Jeffrey had an idea of what the topic would be.
After they were settled, Jeffrey noticed the purple-furred puppy in Scarlette's embrace, and he didn't need to ask since he knew it already.
"So, the Prince of Dark Puppetry is now a puppy? And no one came to suspect him?"
