"Your Majesty~" William called.
"Good grief!"
The man immediately closed his eyes with Princess Zohra's envelope and turned his body so as not to see what the two rulers of the kingdom were doing at the moment.
Ronan looked up and saw that William had turned his back on him.
"Didn't I tell you to go to the capital?" asked Ronan in annoyance. He held Arielle's hand, which was trying to push his body away.
Ronan was pinning Arielle on his desk. His wife's skirt was lifted and her lips were red because of their passionate kiss. Both of their hair was also messy.
"Ronan, get off of me… Let William speak properly. It will be very embarrassing if anyone sees us like this," begged Arielle who wanted to lower her skirt down. However, because Ronan sat between her legs, she couldn't do it.
