Havier sat in the room, feeling quite at ease.
At this moment, his spirit was immensely relaxed. Rather than completely possessing the other party, he enjoyed more the anticipation of tasting the fruit during the waiting process.
Some things remain unsaid; in the noble past, many similar transactions took place. He had spoken clearly enough, and Chloe's attitude had displayed everything.
He stood up and walked to the window, gently pulling aside the curtains, letting the bright moonlight spill onto the floor. The matters at Green Castle Manor were progressing according to his expectations.
The family had suffered some losses, and he personally had undergone a bit of ordeal, but none of those mattered. He had successfully escaped that enormous vortex, which allowed him time and mood to come here.
"Should I be gentle or cruel later?"
