Agenor stared into the crook of Syrena's neck. There was Nyxe's red bite mark. At that moment, Agenor was annoyed. Of course, he wanted to be angry because another man touched Syrena even though he used his body.
Again and again, Agenor caught his breath so as not to get angry. His anger would be useless as long as the demon spirit was still in his body. And most importantly, at this time, Agenor wants to establish a good relationship with Syrena.
"No, Syrena. Thanks. I can't do that." Finally, Agenor spoke after making Syrena wait a long time.
"Why? You just passed out!" Syrena's brows furrowed. He was surprised at Agenor's unusual attitude.
Agenor handheld Syrena's shoulder and then caressed the wound on the neck.
"Are you worried about me, Syrena?" Agenor's lips curled into a smirk.
Syrena hastily rejected the prince's accusation.