At this critical moment.
Evan still clung to the faintest shred of hope. When he opened his eyes, he did not look directly at the person lying beside him, but stared fixedly at the vaguely familiar ceiling overhead.
Wallpaper patterned with tulips, knots, and swirling designs, along with an opulent gilded ceiling.
There was no doubt.
He was one hundred percent certain that this was Livina's bedchamber! And the person lying beside him could only be—
Evan could already feel his head beginning to buzz.
Just as he prepared to turn his head with the resolve to bravely face life's grim realities.
He discovered in astonishment that he could not control his body at all. Even opening his eyes just now had merely been this body's natural reaction.
After a two-second delay, his gaze shifted slightly to the side.
At last, he saw the woman lying beside him. She looked to be in her early twenties, slightly more mature than the Titled Knight Rose Crown Livina he had just seen.
She was half nestled in his arms, openly displaying her voluptuous, graceful body.
One slender jade finger traced circles over his broad, solid chest again and again, her beautiful lake-green eyes brimming with amusement.
The queen's gorgeous golden-red hair, which had been coiled atop her head while she slept, now spilled down lazily. The boundless beauty of her upper body seemed even more alluring beneath those cloudlike tresses.
Someone could not help screaming inwardly, Who the hell could take this?!
Then there were the Naval Marshal's uniform violently torn to shreds on the floor, the white wedding dress casually tossed aside, and the thick hormonal scent lingering in the bedroom—the kind that only came from intense nighttime exercise.
It was not hard to guess what had happened earlier.
Clearly, something