"Azalea....What do you want?" Duke Archer asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
Countess Azalea fell silent at her husband's question, then turned around.
I could clearly see her blank stare, alongside with that forced smile at her husband.
I still can't gasp whether she's afraid or went straight crazy to bring Duke Archer like this.
"I'm only....inviting you to drink wine, dea- I mean...Duke Archer. There was no intention of anything," Countess Azalea said as calmly as she can even I can feel her nervousness.
"Are you trying to poison me?" Duke Archer asked once more to confirm, walking arrogantly toward his still silent wife.
"No, Duke Archer. I had no intention of—"
SLAP!
Suddenly, Duke Archer's swift slap landed hard on Countess Azalea's cheek, sending the countess kneeling, holding back the pain, her cheek reddening painfully.
