The next day, Louis cornered Beatrice in a corner.
"Beatrice, don't move."
Soon, a cry of sadness came from the room.
Louis looked at her, cornered and unable to escape, her clothes disheveled, leaning weakly against the corner of the wall. He smiled and said:
"Before a fiancé goes into battle, he surely needs to draw some courage from his beautiful fiancée."
Beatrice's face was flushed, looking at the faint red marks left on her body in the mirror, she said:
"You call this courage?"
Louis straightened up and said:
"Of course, just thinking about having a beautiful fiancée waiting for me to return makes me fight even more bravely."
A night had already passed since meeting the Black Swan last night.
Late at night, Louis had to ask the hotel staff to help change his room and compensate for the damages to the bed.
The situation last night was very awkward.
