Her beast skin skirt edge was also covered in a thick layer of dust, and there was even a small tear at the knee.
Yet she didn't say a word, quietly tidying up the house.
His heart ached, as if something had fiercely tugged at it.
Almost instinctively, he dropped the handful of dry grass in his hand, took a few steps forward, and unhesitatingly picked her up in his arms.
"Don't move, just sit still."
Seraphina Caldwell was taken aback and instinctively tried to struggle to get up.
"I'm fine, I can do it myself..."
But as soon as she moved, his hand pressed down on her shoulder.
His brows were furrowed, his gaze fixed on her, his tone unusually serious.
"Even if we are to part ways in the end, you are still my Female Master now. How can I let a female do work? If word got out, it would be me who gets laughed at, not you."
His words sounded a bit amusing, carrying a hint of old tribal male stubbornness.
But she couldn't find words to refute.
Her throat suddenly felt tight.
