As the world stopped spinning after the super-fast wizard-style teleportation, I stood in the middle of the Hohenberg residence living room with messy hair, ragged breathing, and a neck wrapped in a masculine cloth scented with the Duke Tristan Original Scent™.
Lucien still held my hand elegantly, like a handsome man on a romantic novel cover.
Meanwhile, the servants…
They were frozen.
Frozen like biscuits put in the freezer.
Mary, Clara, and the rest of the servants looked between me and Lucien. Their eyes widened as if they had just seen a cat writing a love letter.
"Lady… you've returned…" Mary began, her voice trembling.
Before she could finish—
BWOOOOSH!
Clara, the Hohenberg family's number one sprinter, launched from a distance with speed rivaling a hurricane of love.
"LADYYYYYYY—!!!"
And…
BRUK!!
A brutal hug landed right on my chest.
Her tears immediately broke like a mini flash flood.
