Drayken slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the beautiful face of Synthia, his heart couldn't help but feel warm, like the comfort of a home.
He also noticed an arm behind him, hugging him tightly in an embrace.
Seeing this, he frowned.
Of course, he knew who this hand belonged to.
But why was she here, embracing him so intimately?
And right in front of his wife, no less?
Drayken felt like someone deserved a good beating, but when he thought about the poor state of the girl before she came under his care, he couldn't bring himself to do anything.
He, of course, still had a modern mind and felt bad for the poor girl. Although he wanted to make her his guard and pushed her to the limits, her condition was vulnerable, and he didn't want to traumatize her again…
"Sigh, I'm still too soft-hearted," Drayken sighed in the end.
At that moment, Synthia slowly opened her eyes and blinked. Her gaze dropped to where a slender hand was embracing him:
"Who is this woman?" her brows twitched.
