He left, started the car engine, and completely disappeared from the manor.
He didn't return until the early morning.
He went upstairs, pushed open the door to the second-floor Princess room, and just walked in like that.
The lights in the room were slightly dim, with a brilliant neon glow shining in through the window.
Her room was very large, a round princess bed, and at this moment, she was curled up, wrapped in a quilt, lying in the middle of the bed, seemingly a bit cold.
His tall figure silently approached her.
Suddenly, he felt a pang of heartache...
With a large hand, he scooped her up into his arms, holding her through the quilt.
Clearly, she was the one who pushed him away!
She couldn't even handle a few rumors; if he was really with another woman, would she really not feel hurt?
Sure enough.
Just a few rumors and she could get so angry that she didn't eat all day, truly a little woman who says one thing and means another.
