He clenched the armrests several times, trying to calm himself. He trusted that Vestor was professional enough not to entangle personal feelings with his work.
'But that woman is so damn attractive… what if that old owl can't control himself?' Kael thought as his imagination ran wild.
He pictured Sisi being sweet-talked by the old owl, an arm wrapped around her waist as he whispered,
"My sweet Sisi. Will you accept me? I may be twice your age, but I can still hold you in bed. My prowess is undeniable, as you see that I've fathered dozen of children."
Sisi, who was usually cold and detached, would melt under his honeyed words and nod shyly.
"Take me as one of your wives. I don't care if I'm the sixth, seventh… or even the tenth!"
The image escalated until he imagined Sisi and Vestor about to kiss.
Kael immediately crushed the thought.
He couldn't picture Sisi kissing anyone.
