Curled in his arms, she let him carry her down from the military ship, cross the deck, and step onto her own yacht.
Ivana Bennett's gaze swept over the warships and soldiers to the left and right, she leaned in and planted a kiss on Lucas Walker's face.
"Lucas Walker, I am proud of you!" Catching a glimpse of the grand duchess walking behind them out of the corner of her eye, Ivana clearly caught the proud and satisfied expression on her face. "I think... His Grace must feel the same, right?"
The Grand Duchess was taken aback by her sudden voice.
"I..." Meeting Ivana's bright black eyes, the Grand Duchess pursed her lips, "Yes."
Her voice was low, but at such a close distance, Lucas Walker naturally heard it too.
His footsteps hesitated slightly, but his face showed no significant change in expression.
A group of people arrived upstairs where the doctor had already been waiting in the corridor.
"Prepare a room for His Grace."
