“So Crimson Rukh, how do you feel about marrying me?”

"...I still think you should see her," Laylin mumbled, in his embrace. When he didn't reply, she buried herself deeper in his embrace. "...Sorry. I should not talk about it recklessly." She mumbled saltily.

It was a sensitive subject and she didn't have the courage to look him in the eye.

He smirked, looking down at her. She was on edge and sensitive to his emotions. He wanted to pinch her puffed-up cheeks with how adorable she was being. His darkened features at that time must have put her on guard.

Instead, he settled with running his hand in her hair. He still remembered the spitfire she was, ready to bite him when he first forced her to be his Mistress.

He laid back suddenly on the divan, making her fall on him. "Ambrose!"

"Laylin." He held her by the waist, settling her on him. She instantly struggled to get off him but he held her there.

"What?! Someone will see!" she was huffing puffing while her face reddening in embarrassment.

"Laylin." He called her out again in his low se