"So, is it really necessary to be this close?"
Inside the horse-drawn carriage, Nolan glanced at Seira, who was clutching his right arm tightly.
Ever since they left, the woman had been clinging to him, making him uncomfortable.
However, if he pushed her away, Seira would surely resort to unexpected measures, which would only overwhelm him.
Seira rested her cheek on his shoulder and said casually, "Why? Don't you like being close to me? Do you know how many noble children dream of this?"
She glanced at Nolan with a meaningful look.
Hearing that, Nolan was left speechless and sank into thought.
What Seira said made sense. One shouldn't be fooled by the impression that she had no admirers—in reality, she did.
In fact, there were so many that they even outnumbered Rafine's.
That wasn't surprising. Seira was incredibly beautiful and possessed a unique charm.
She was strong, yet always calm and gentle with everyone—except those she despised.
