Serena buried her head in her food, refusing to look at the peacock showing off in front of her.
Nicholas also understood the principle of not overdoing it.
Sometimes, to make his charm offensive truly effective, his flirtatiousness had to be measured.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft clinking of utensils.
Serena's appetite was larger than that of an average girl; she had nearly polished off the entire table of food by herself.
Nicholas silently made a mental note of the dishes that Serena had finished completely.
Seeing Serena put down her fork and prepare to clear the table,
he raised a hand to stop her. "Your Majesty has been busy all day. Leave these trivial matters to your humble servant."
The man's broad palm pressed down unexpectedly on the back of the girl's hand.
And from this angle…
The collar of his bathrobe shifted again.
His already alluringly pale skin was cast in a hazy glow under the warm light.
A flash of red.
It appeared before Serena's eyes so suddenly.
Serena froze.
Her long, raven-like lashes fluttered twice, her clear, bright eyes widening slowly.
She quickly pulled her hand out from under the man's and turned to leave. "Thanks, I'm going back to my room!"
Nicholas watched the girl's retreating back, his gaze lowering to his own hand.
The soft, warm touch of her skin seemed to linger in his palm.
He rubbed his fingers together, a fond, almost doting smile slowly forming on his lips.
He raised his hand, pulled his open bathrobe closed, and retied the sash.
His deliberate stakeout in the kitchen, the carefully planned display of his physique…
The effect wasn't bad.
At least, Serena seemed quite satisfied with his body.
He was one step closer on his quest to win her over.


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