The sun had climbed up into the horizon by the time Old Duke Rayleigh reached Obsidian Port City. At first, he wanted to go to his grandson's house first, but he cancelled his intention after hearing the advice of his wife who was riding next to him.
“You'd better finish all the formal business before visiting Liam and his wife. Liam is recuperating, and his wife is heavily pregnant. You want to involve them in government affairs?”
Alameida's voice was soft and sweet, but in Rayleigh's ears, who knew her tone of voice, it was nagging.
“I know,” Rayleigh said in a low voice.
“Oh, Ray… don't be so stiff like that. It has been a long time since I see you. Chat with me,” Alameida blinked her green eyes, and her long eyelashes fluttered gently.
The woman with long neatly braided blonde hair lightly pinched Rayleigh's waist coquettishly, smiling mischievously with her plump lips.
