Alastair

[Warning: Chapter Contains mature content. Not suitable for young readers. Feel free to ignore if the content makes you feel uncomfortable.]

Alastair never came across a woman so confident like her in ages. Regardless of being foreign to the concept, speaking her heart didn't even cost her a single stutter. Thrilled, he began to instruct her. “Lie on your back on the bed, cover yourself with the blanket, and...” His words paused at the knock on the door and an evince of relief went evident on his face.

By the time she was getting ready on the bed heeding his guidance, he had reached the door and opened it slightly, careful not to let the outsider get an inside view. Chelsea wasn't surprised. It would have been more surprising if he hadn't had any visitors.

Facing Alastair, Ryle who stood behind the door holding a plastic bag gave the Prince a cautioned look. “Here is your parcel. I hope it helps.” Saying, he handed the bag to him. In the middle of the night, it was so awkward and hard