The man's voice was always low and deep, and Amelia couldn't hear what he was saying through the door.
However, the woman's laughter drilled sharply into her ears, "That's more like it, thank you, Your Majesty, for your kind reward!"
For a while, no sound came out.
Reward...
Like an emperor bestowing favor upon her?
Under the blazing sun, Amelia felt cold all over her body. She straightened up, and on her pale, icy face, she slowly closed her bloodshot, dry eyes.
No wonder, no wonder earlier in the room, he had been so cold and disgusted, not allowing her to approach him.
He had even told her to leave quickly after speaking, saying he was in a hurry to take a bath.
It turned out that he had arranged a rendezvous with a new lover, so she, the old one, was naturally an eyesore and annoying.
While you were sleepless and tearful with remorse for him, maybe he had already moved on to a new love and was carefree.
No, not maybe, it was a fact.
