"What are you thinking about?" Ruslan's deep and hoarse voice sounded in her ear.
Turning around, she looked into a pair of deep dark eyes that drew her in.
"Ruslan, there's no other way except getting married, right?" Her lips moved slightly, and her eyebrows furrowed with a hint of anticipation.
She hoped that Ruslan would give her a choice other than marriage.
Hearing this, Ruslan's expression darkened. He pulled her into his arms. Lucie was wearing nothing, but there was no hint of ambiguity between them, only a sense of oppression.
"What kind of relationship do you want to have with me? As my mistress?" He asked coldly, his thin lips pursed with a hint of indifference.
Lucie looked away, her throat dry. "If possible, I wouldn't mind..."
"Don't even think about it. I don't want to accept any other relationship except for a legal marriage!" He interrupted her bluntly, cutting off her hope.