Suddenly, Norviel's eyes flickered, but in the next moment, his eyes became detached, making one think that it was just one illusion. His eyes filled with the woman’s face.

Immediately, Norviel’s right hand fell on her hair ambiguously, and his lips curved up in a fond smirk. His head lowered, his eyes meeting Gillian’s eyes. “Is it due to that husband of yours? You have so much ambition… Settling for a retard, is he going to care about you?” He questioned, yet his usually cold voice had gentleness laced to it if one listened carefully.

Gillian’s expression changed, and she glared at Norviel coldly. Retarded husband this. Retarded husband that....