"ALICIA!"
She hadn't expected him to shout her name like that, so she was taken aback by the aggression and broke into a sob. But instead of letting him go, she held on tightly to his hair, making Harold wince in pain as he tried to release himself from her grip. His hair was a precious asset to him. In fact, every part of his body was precious to him, so no one dared touch him. But this little girl had touched him a lot of times. As if that was not enough, his hair, which was a no-go area, was also gripped like this in public.
The guards, and some of the maids who had served them and were still waiting on them, almost fled when they heard his voice. They didn't want to be the unfortunate person that he would transfer their wrath to. But they were curious about one thing. Who was Alicia?
