Yarbede spoke as she deliberately took two steps forward, her damp long hair leaving a small trail of water droplets on the floor.
The rich fragrance, mingling her body scent with the mist, almost enveloped the Duke. Along with her inherent charm as an Enchanting Demon, it was enough to stir any man's heartstrings.
The Duke was completely taken aback by the situation, utterly stunned.
He feasted his eyes on the vibrant, alluring scene before him.
His eyes were indulging, but his heart was unsure, not daring to show any disrespect.
This Yarbede's strength far surpassed his own, and if he accidentally angered her, he feared for his life.
The Duke had no illusion that the constraints of the messenger contract would necessarily take effect on Yarbede; even if the contract was valid, Yarbede probably had many ways to circumvent its restrictions and take action against him.
