(We are only twenty votes away from reaching nine hundred monthly votes; if we reach nine hundred votes today, I'll power through to write four chapters in a row. Let's get to both 850 and 900 votes today!)
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In her eyes, there was a touch of fear, panic, and even confusion. This was completely unlike the calm and collected goddess demeanor she usually had. Instead, she appeared fragile, delicate, and pitifully beautiful.
Seeing this pained Yves King deep within his heart. A sense of remorse grew, his stern demeanor softened. He stepped forward, gently put his arm around her shoulder, and in a tender and gentle voice said, "Faye, I'm the one to blame. I shouldn't have drunk so much with you last night, causing you this trouble. If you want to hit or scold me, I'm ready for it. If you can't come to a decision on how to punish me, take your time. As long as you feel better, that's all that matters."
