Mr. Hamilton glanced at her.
Avelina's heart skipped a bit. She rapidly blinked her eyes and swallowed hard.
"I-it was…t-t-their…"
"Their what?" Mr. Hamilton tilted his head, his brow cocked.
Avelina gripped onto her dress. "Their…third prince."
"How long did you live with him?" Mr. Hamilton crossed his legs, facing her completely.
"Three months," Avelina replied.
"I see…" Mr. Hamilton nodded. "No wonder you have this much of his scent on you. I believe he must have marked you more than once. Right?"
Avelina slowly nodded.
Mr. Hamilton pinched between his brows. He stood up from his chair and walked over to the table at the window. He picked up the telephone and threw it out of the house. Then he turned to look at Avelina.
"You will be locked in this room for now, until I decide to let you out." He took a step toward her. "Behave yourself, or else..."
