"Debora, let him go. You shouldn't be acting this way in public."
When this voice rang out, there was a disappointed look that appeared on Debora's face, but she still let me go.
The owner of this voice was one of the few people in this world that would actually be able to talk Debora down.
The owner of this voice was Viscount Denoir, Debora's father.
Once Debora released me, I couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief, but it was a bit too early for that.
After all, there was still Viscount Denoir that I had to face.
When he walked over, there was a frown that was on his face.
This frown wasn't directed at Debora, but rather it was directed at me.
With this look on his face, it was very clear how he felt about me. Of course, I understood why he felt this way with the relationship between him and his daughter.
Simply put, he was a father that had no resistance to his daughter.
He was a father that just couldn't help spoiling his daughter with whatever she wanted.
