Roy's gaze shifted downward, landing on his swollen legs: "Handling it yourself?"
"What?" Lawrence didn't understand. He wanted to speak but emitted a strange gasp, hurriedly covering his mouth, his body curling up. "Go away...get out..."
The usually irritable and angry pufferfish prince turned into a pitiable little guinea pig. Sweat-drenched blond hair stuck to his face, his blue eyes were misty with moisture, and his shoulders trembled.
Roy didn't dwell on her choice of metaphor.
She propped her chin, scrutinizing him, soon noticing the blue rose pinned to his chest: "Did Your Highness bring a female companion? Who is it?"
Roy immediately thought of Vivian.
Vivian attended this masked ball too?
Speaking of which, why did these two come to Mrs. Daisy's ball?
Lawrence was unwilling to answer.
He was uncomfortable enough, every second longer felt like he was on the brink of breaking down.
