Right now, his state was mysteriously different. It was as if he had switched his personality and turned into a huge puppy that stuck close to her.
"Hm…" he hummed with his head lowered.
His hand tried to get deeper into her gown, but Aurora kept it where it was.
"You're not thinking straight. Don't do this."
She was afraid that if he remembered what he was doing right now, the moment he's in the right state of mind, he would kill her to silence her.
Caesar reluctantly raised his gaze to meet hers.
A smile appeared on his handsome face as he leaned dangerously close that the tip of his nose bumped against her own.
There was no scent of alcohol on his breath. Aurora confirmed this, and that made her frown. She was even more confused now.
If he's not drunk, then what's wrong with him?
"But you smell good…" he took a sniff of her as his head lowered again toward her neck, but she stopped him. She held him close to her face, not touching him.
