His face was chiseled, with distinct features, and his ink-black hair shone with a silky luster. His deep brown eyes beneath his sword-like eyebrows were filled with intense tenderness, as if everyone else had vanished, leaving only the girl before him.
"Idiot, stop staring."
Seeing her still stunned, Chenchen's perfect thin lips couldn't help but move slightly, and he whispered with a low laugh, in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"!!!"
Chongchong blushed and, snapping back to reality, immediately placed her smooth, slender fingers in his big hand.
With that, the man led the petite and charming girl toward the head of the table.
He then sat by her side.
Among the present nobility, some gasped, others frowned, seemingly displeased that this girl of unknown origin was seated next to the Prince.
After all, they were still plotting alliances to consolidate their positions or elevate their status.
