"There's only one thing I won't be shy about!" Nestled in his arms, Chantelle Neal's voice was soft and pleasant, yet her eyes were filled with coldness.
Silas Holloway leaned closer to her, his curiosity slightly piqued, raising an eyebrow: "What is that?"
"Killing you!"
"Haha!" Silas Holloway burst into uncontrollable laughter, "That's a most amusing answer!"
"Emperor, this little thing says she's sleepy. If you don't let her go back and sleep, I'll be sleeping on the floor tonight. Although I'm strong and powerful, the night is long and lonely with only myself for company. I humbly request that you forgive my capriciousness and allow me to take my leave!"
Immediately, he picked up Chantelle Neal, bowed, and strode away.
"Little thing, I'll make you look good when we get back to The General's Manor!"
...
Outside the cold palace gates.
Chantelle Neal glared at that stern face, calmly reminding him: "We're outside the palace."
