At the sight of the beautiful woman, Norviel's eyes darkened, and his hand suddenly wrapped around Gillian's wrist to stop the mischievous finger from causing trouble. He immediately lowered his head and brushed her cheeks with his thin lips.

Norviel's lips shifted to Gillian's ear, and he blew warm air into her ear. He susurrated in a deep and dark, hoarse, dangerous voice, “Gillian, be careful. Or else, you might not leave the bed for a week,” he declared.

The woman is his. Who's Herke? His eyes flashed with contempt as if Herke was a lowly thing. Does Herke deserve his Gillian? Norviel wasn't a bit worried. He knew who...