The pieces practically connected themselves.
'Bride-to-be?' His eyes narrowed sharply.
The question now was what gave this remarkably young Archmage the gall to so casually barge into someone else's home, interrupt a family celebration, and speak as though he already owned the place.
Suddenly, Elion was quite interested in seeing how things would turn out.
"I already told you, you little bastard. She doesn't want you, so you can't take her as your bride," Paul replied.
Adonis merely chuckled as he stopped in front of the patriarch.
"Don't worry, Uncle Paul, she just needs a little bit of convincing. I'm sure given enough time, she would be more than happy to join my harem once she gets to know me better."
He casually glanced over Paul's shoulder, searching for Tessa, and immediately licked his lips when he spotted her, doing so without the slightest bit of restraint or shame as his eyes feasted on the obvious strain of her top around her mounds.
