But this time, Emerald didn't panic. After everything he had done, any warmth she once felt for him had turned to bitterness. She stood up, leaving a bold kiss mark on Alaric's neck, with no trace of anxiety.
Alaric looked at her. "Do you want to meet with him?"
Emerald shook her head. "Next time."
She wanted to take time to think about her future with Alaric, especially once they were truly close and settled. Taking such a step was rare for her.
Alaric escorted her to a private room. "Rest here for now."
When Ethan entered, the first thing he noticed was the slight disarray in Alaric's appearance—his collar slightly open, a faint red mark on his skin, and his tie hanging loosely. Most noticeable, however, was the "strawberry" mark on Alaric's neck.
Ethan had heard the rumors about his uncle's love life, but he hadn't realized Alaric actually had a girlfriend. He thought it must be hard for Alaric to control himself when he was with this woman.
