"Mr. Emperor!" Sara cut him off, staring longingly at the man in front of him. "Compared to the voice you're concerned about, I would rather hear it. You care about whether I'll be happy if I marry Simon, don't you?"
"That's for you, Princess Sara." Aman paused for a moment. "I am an outsider."
"But Mr. Emperor, do you know..." Sara approached Aman step by step. The fragrance of fragrance lingered around him. "I don't like Simon. It was my mother who arranged the wedding for us. When we were dancing, I said that I like you... I hope you can respond to my confession."
Aman walked away from her, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the distance away from her. "Thank you for your favor, Princess. I have a wife, and I don't think it's suitable for a princess to do such an outrageous thing. There's no need to confess to a man who has a wife and is in love with a wife."
He had a handsome face that attracted the charm of countless women.
