Gavin Graves sighed softly.
He couldn't figure out why he'd gotten involved with this troublesome matter.
Traveling abroad was for business discussions, and sometimes the hosts would arrange for sightseeing or visits to local attractions, famous landmarks, or art galleries. But those places were visited by many, so why was he the only one affected?
Some mages even suspected that someone might have used food to cast a curse on him.
However, a curse usually causes unbearable pain and torment, ultimately resulting in death. Whatever was on Gavin's body, it didn't hurt or itch.
He couldn't piece it together.
After taking a bath, he returned to the bedroom; the sky outside was already beginning to lighten.
Gavin lay back on the bed, looking at his petite wife sleeping soundly next to him... Her personality might be a bit irritating, but he still had to thank her.
