"Yesterday, we already talked about your problems in communication and how to address them," the man said, adjusting his glasses.
His ruby eyes stayed fixed on the married couple in front of him with composed patience.
"Now, why don't we move to a more intimate subject? How many times do you engage in sexual intercourse each week?"
The bald man across from him choked on nothing, his face flushing red as he stiffened in shock.
"Isn't this too fast, Mr. Belial?"
Belial, his long black hair tied neatly behind him, laughed softly.
"Too fast? Not at all. That is the very core of marriage, Count Berlin. A couple must be open with each other."
His gaze shifted to the woman sitting beside the count, a beauty so striking she seemed to belong to another world entirely compared to her husband's plump, bald figure.
Lady Azalea, with her flowing red hair and wide emerald eyes like a startled fawn's, jolted at his question.
