The Crown Prince slowly approached, his gaze veiled with a thin layer of ice. He parted his lips and said, "What did you figure out?"
He instinctively felt something was off about her behavior, that she was hiding many things from him.
When it came down to it, he still hadn't completely let down his guard around her.
The beauty turned, lightly wrapping her arms around his sexy, lean waist. She let out a laugh and seamlessly changed the subject. "What took you so long in the bath?"
The Crown Prince's long lashes drooped. Her warm, fragrant breath was like tiny hooks, gently scratching at his chest. Her soft, dark hair tickled him, the sensation seeming to seep through his skin, setting his chest abuzz and making his heart melt.
The position was undeniably intimate, yet the beauty acted as if she didn't notice. Leaning against his chest, she wheedled, "…Your Highness will forgive me, won't you?"
'Of all the things to bring up…'
The Crown Prince's mood instantly turned ice-cold.
