"Barbara!"
As she turned to leave, the unmistakable sound of Kaisar reached her ears, his tone cold and commanding.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, surprised by his presence.
"Shouldn't I be here?" he asked, glaring coldly at the man in front of him.
He had arrived a while ago, just in time to witness the scene of that man touching his wife's hair. A surge of anger rose in his chest. He walked toward her, and as he stopped before her, he leaned down to kiss her forehead, where that man had just touched.
"You took a long time visiting your relative, but I couldn't wait any longer, so I came to get you back," he said, curving his lips slightly.
