Chapter 417 - A Delicate Peony

Gloria couldn't hide her proud smile and gently called, "Come closer."

Upon hearing the order, he stepped closer still with his head lowered. The olive linen shirt made him look plain, but his tantalizing beauty outshone his humble appearance as soon as Gloria called his name.

"Mervyn Adair." She introduced, "I hope you can treat him well."

Clyde didn't even bother to look at him until a fragrant scent reached his sense of smell. He couldn't name what it was, but it was sweet and rosy, with a hint of a delicately-petalled flower. 

The moment his blue eyes finally met Mervyn's pair of violets, and he saw for himself the figure of the Omega who would likely be known as the mother of his eldest born, an image came to his mind.

—Peony. This Omega reminded him of that delicate peony flower.