Early in the morning, Mukadil was fussing over nothing, worsening Ashley’s mood with continuous blabbering.

“Hurry up, we will be late.”

As he promised her to arrange a ceremony, he asked her to pack so that they can go and see his family.

“But what about my parents, Mukadil? How can I tell them that I am mated to my servant?”

Her voice was laced with humor while she was arranging clothes for Elena. Mukadil picked up Meena, as her crying session was about to start, and replied to her.

“My Dad will talk to your father. He is a diplomat, no one can deny his suggestions.”

Ashley laughed at...