"AHHNN…!"
"SHEIZA…! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU MOANING…?! ARE YOU CRAZY…?!"
Duke Archer slammed his fist on the table, cracking it.
His gaze, filled with anger and hatred, was fixed on Sheiza.
Before Duke Archer could get up from his chair, Azalea quickly grabbed Sheiza and pulled her back into her seat.
"Duke Archer…I-I'm sorry for Sheiza's rude behavior…! s-she seems…umm…um…there's a wound in her stomach that could reopen if she makes a wrong move…!" Azalea tried to make an excuse.
"A wrong move, you say…? How can you make a moan just because of that…?! That doesn't make sense…!" Duke Archer snapped, unsatisfied with Azalea's defense.
"D-Duke Archer… I apologize for my rude sigh, b-but what Azalea said is true… My wound reopened, which is why I screamed uncontrollably earlier." Azalea immediately retorted.
Duke Archer stared at Azalea and Sheiza with a sharp gaze, as if trying to process their reasoning.
