Upon hearing that Griffith Squire had arrived at the villa entrance, Leah hurriedly tried to push Richard Shaw away.
Richard Shaw held onto the warm, soft jade in his arms; not even Griffith Squire's arrival, or even the emperor himself, could make him let go.
"Don't move, you have to face your brother sooner or later. Even if he disapproves, I'm not letting go of you," the man's slightly husky, deep voice said, enveloping her slender frame in his embrace, shielding her from the cold wind outside.
Leah was slightly taken aback, looking up at the man's resolute face, her almond eyes narrowed, and she hugged him, smiling broadly, asking, "No regrets?"
"No regrets," Richard Shaw said hoarsely and steadily, his eyes full of tenderness, with a gaze so fiery it could melt a person.
