Roxana felt nauseous after hearing Izekiel call her his future wife. The memories of living as his wife immediately ran inside her head, making Roxana's hand tremble.
In order to hide her nervousness, Roxana immediately asked Izekiel to sit down so she could hide her hands under the table.
"You're not bothering me at all, Your Holiness. Actually, I intend to call you," Roxana said politely.
Izekiel smiled. "Do you need anything from me, Your Grace?"
Roxana lowered her head, looking at the teacup that was billowing warm steam. She started to think about whether she should immediately express her wish to Izekiel or talk casually first.
However, if she extended their time by talking casually, they would have to talk longer. When Roxana gazed at Izekiel's emerald eyes, her whole body immediately felt painful as if all the torments she had faced in her past life were hitting her body again simultaneously.
