On The Way Home

Ronald seemed like he wanted to protest, but in the end, he suppressed it and said, "All right. Send it to the palace once you're done."

Seeing that the old man did not say anything, Ronald knew that he had heard him, so he left an arm around Irene.

The two of them sat in the carriage that was returning to the palace. It was rare that Irene did not keep staring out of the carriage. Instead, she turned her head slightly and carefully eyed Ronald's handsome side profile.

Ronald was taking a nap. His eyes were resolute and fierce. Even when he was sleeping, he looked so dignified.

Irene was calculating in her heart. Could she really escape from such a man?

"Have you looked enough?" Ronald suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Irene, who did not have time to avert her gaze. He pulled Irene into his arms. "If you want to look, then do it in the open. I won't charge you."

"Ronald." This was the first time Irene called Ronald's name.