Chapter 58 Seal The Words

"Do you really have to be here, Sylvester?" I asked in annoyance and groaned in pain as Sophie tightened the strings of my corset. "You are acting like a pervert." Frowning, I couldn't help expressing a groan again. "Sophie, please, I can't breathe..."

"P-Pardon me, Lady Anais." Sophie eased the way she pulled the strings.

Sylvester chuckled. "I do not. I assure you I am not thinking some perverted things towards my fiancée." He wriggled his eyebrows.

"Oh, I am sorry, but I do not actually believe you, sire." I rolled my eyes then I eyed him up and down.

He was wearing form-fitting trousers and jackets. In short, a corset but not as tight as I have. Making him wearing the corset seemed to highlight more of his physique than before. His posture became more composed, making him look like a dignified man.

My remarks earned him a chuckle. "So feisty."