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His reflection was clearly reflected in her shadowed lavender eyes.

His pulse quickened.

Ranken turned his head away. Viretta, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, was genuinely upset.

"You scold me, but you’ve been with other women too! You’re playing around with princesses and noble ladies on your arms!"

"What do you mean 'playing around'? Don’t you dare sue me for defamation. How could a plain-looking commoner like me do something like that?"

"Don’t make me laugh. Don’t you know you stir the maternal instincts of vile women? It’s truly wicked of you to have no self-awareness!"

Viretta tilted her head to make eye contact with Ranken. Every time she did, Ranken turned his head this way and that, desperately trying to avoid her.

"Stop talking nonsense. What about you, what have you been doing with Iola…!"

"Iola is my fiancé. You were the one who kept pushing for us to get married, remember?"

Viretta’s left hand poked Ranken, making him jump as warmth spread from the spot she had poked.

"No, that was… hey! Why are you making it sound like I’m jealous? I was worried thinking you were dead, but then you tell me you had a good time, so I’m upset!"

"You had a good time too, didn’t you?"

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