Roman sighed, "Lily, do you know? Sometimes, I really envy Antoninus.""Why would you envy him?"Roman didn't answer. Lately, he seemed to enjoy playing the silent game.I could sense that beneath his sunny demeanor, there was a cloud of hidden turmoil. I thought he might open up about his concerns, but after those words I couldn't hear, he didn't speak much about anything else.Until he brought me to a nearby island.As we disembarked, Marcus stood on the beach. His smile was as usual, but his eyes were bloodshot. I couldn't tell if it was from exhaustion or anger. Either way, this version of him was a bit unsettling.Marcus approached politely, helping me off the boat. "We meet again, Miss Lily."I asked, "So, what's your purpose in bringing me here?""Of course, I wanted to ask you to continue being a messenger.""Alright, what's your message?""Tell Antoninus, I'm willing to cooperate with him. I agree to shar

Antoninus went off to handle work, leaving just me in the room. Glancing at the time, I realized it was Chris's lunch break, so I decided to give him a video call."Mom!" Chris exclaimed joyfully as soon as he saw me.His classmates also gathered around to say hello, but Chris covered the screen and shooed them away, looking annoyed.I chuckled at the lively scene before me; kids were always full of energy. It's just that the teachers bore the brunt of it.Chris's teacher, William, was tidying up the books on his desk, looking exhausted and resigned. He appeared as though he had just finished teaching 800 students, although Chris's elite school had only 8 students per class.Curious, I asked Chris with a suppressed smile, "So, why did you manage to upset your teacher again?""No one upset him," Chris replied. "He just doesn't know the answers to our questions.""Really? He's that clueless? What kind of questions were you asking?"

I sat on the bed, glaring fiercely at Antoninus. But due to my intense emotions, tears unexpectedly welled up in my eyes.Antoninus, who had initially furrowed his brow, lowered it further. "Why are you crying?""Who's crying?!" I retorted angrily, but the next moment, tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably.Both of us froze for a moment.I hurriedly raised my arm to wipe my tears away, but they kept flowing, as if they wanted to drain away all the grievances I'd suffered during this time. But... why did they have to come at this moment? Just a second ago, I was defiantly arguing with him...Anyway, regardless of the situation, it seemed like Antoninus was taken aback by my reaction. He poked my shoulder and handed me a tissue."If I said something wrong just now, then I apologize. Anyway, stop crying for now."I angrily slapped the tissue onto the ground. Did he really think I was crying over something sad? These were purely ph

Recalling the passionate scenes from last night, I couldn't help but blush slightly. "It's alright," I said. After all, what did regret matter when everything had already happened?"Raise your hand," I continued, helping him take off his clothes. But he still stared at me with a complex expression. "Perhaps today, you could make a public appearance with me.""Let's forget about that," I replied.Why would I want to make a public appearance with him?I had no interest in being the First Lady.Increased exposure wouldn't be good for either of us. Maintaining the status quo was just fine.Despite his occasional dominance, bossiness, and unreasonable behavior, I didn't dislike him.Moreover, he was quite handsome.As for his physique, there was no room for criticism. He had no excess fat, and his muscles were not exaggerated or veiny.He had a balanced and slender figure.Like an elf fallen from Middle-earth, a perfec

Antoninus's words caught Marcus off guard. Marcus turned pale, raised an eyebrow, and after a moment, nodded with a twitch of his lips, "Of course.""Thank you," Antoninus politely thanked him and then returned the baby lion to me. I hurriedly accepted the lion and gave him a glare. After all, it was still a young animal, and he had been tossing it around like a toy. But then again, he had let four-year-old Chris ride a horse by himself. It seemed that, in his eyes, even cubs were made of steel.While I was soothing the poor baby lion, a person in the distance began approaching us. It was Roman, who had taken Antoninus's convoy earlier. He walked directly to Marcus and whispered something to him.I pursed my lips, my eyebrows furrowing deeper. He seemed to be even more subservient to Marcus than Eric was by Antoninus's side. It was evident that he was Marcus's right-hand man in running this animal farm, which used hunting wild animals as its main attraction.