However, after several frightening experiences with him, she was already accustomed to it.
She quickly grabbed a towel and haphazardly tied it around herself, then clutched the edges tightly to prevent it from slipping off:
"Aren't you downstairs entertaining guests? I'm going to take a shower, so please leave."
Thinking of the king and queen who might have been made into dog meat stew by him, she couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
What kind of heart does this man have?
Fiancée, beloved dogs raised from childhood... these are such precious things in life, yet he is so cold-blooded and heartless!
He seemed not to hear her words, his gaze transfixed, landing on her towel-covered but still mostly exposed snow-white chest.
Staring, unwavering, relentless.
She endured the burning heat on her cheeks, fine, let's see how long you can keep staring!
"Doesn't seem like you're too badly hurt. Beth made it sound so serious, was it just to arouse sympathy?"
She froze.
