Joan

"This is the last time we met," the man sitting in the bed said while looking at the young woman getting dressed on the side of the bed. 

Her beautiful long legs were still visible as she was wearing her white blouse and buttoning it quickly. Her fragile fingers were trembling a little, and the marks on her skin were making the man breathe hard again. 

"Joan, did you hear me?"

The man continued to look at her as she seemed indifferent and cold as always, at least, as the past few days. 

"You don't have to tell me, I already knew," Joan didn't turn around but continued dressing quickly. She put on her black pants and her shoes quickly. Every move was as delicate and elegant as a lady from a noble family, and she was once one. From the noble family of the Owen clan.