191. Aristocratic face.

Currently, he had to go through a clothing selection session because almost all of his old clothes looked worn out, outdated, and some didn't fit anymore. These were the reasons that made Reina take the initiative to buy him new clothes, of course not only for comfort, but also to make the man look more classy and in line with his position.

After trying on several sets of clothes, Reina finally found a suitable choice. "This one is better," she said, nodding in satisfaction. The clothes she had just chosen were a set of casual clothes that still looked elegant, suitable for Yosan's daily activities without losing a touch of luxury. However, this was just the beginning. There were still servant uniforms and formal noble clothes that Reina had mentioned earlier. Something that might be used at official events in the future.

Minutes passed, and only a few clothes managed to get Reina's approval. Her selection was very selective, ensuring the clothes suited Yosan in terms of size, comfort, and could highlight the man's charisma. However, that was still not enough. Reina wanted to buy more clothes so Yosan had a wider variety and choice.

Because not many of the clothes offered were suitable, Reina finally chose the option to order custom clothes from her regular boutique. The clothes would be made based on Yosan's body measurements and her direct instructions.

The boutique employees exchanged glances, making sure they hadn't misheard. The queen wanted to make custom clothes for Yosan? Based on his body measurements directly?

That was a golden opportunity for them.

They even felt as if luck was on their side lately. Why not? Not only did they have the honor of providing clothes for such a handsome and charismatic man, but now they also had a reason to measure his body directly.

"Oh, God, thank you for this blessing!" thought the boutique employees, as if synchronizing unconsciously.

One of the employees who seemed the bravest finally stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Yosan, could you take off your clothes so we can take measurements more accurately?"

"Huh?" Yosan frowned, slightly surprised by the request.

Reina, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly looked at the employees with a sharp gaze. "Is it necessary to take off his clothes?" her voice sounded cold and serious.

The boutique employees swallowed. One of them dared to answer with a stiff smile, "Of course, Your Majesty. Otherwise, how can we get accurate measurements?"

"However, we only need to measure the upper part. Nothing more," added another employee, trying to ease the tension.

Reina was silent for a moment, considering their words. What the boutique employees said made sense. She herself had undergone similar measurements when ordering custom clothes.

Her gaze shifted to Yosan, who was standing in front of the mirror. Through the reflection, she caught the man's expression. Not entirely comfortable, but also not objecting.

Reina sighed softly. "Alright, do your job, but don't make him uncomfortable," she said, before adding in a sharper voice, "or even touch his body for no reason."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The boutique employees immediately nodded and prepared to carry out their duties. However, they also had to suppress their own feelings so as not to act excessively. Their lives could be in danger if they did.

One by one, the layers of Yosan's clothes were slowly removed, revealing his body hidden beneath the fabric. A strange vibration enveloped the room, some people's heartbeats sounded louder than before.

The eyes observing the scene widened, some even shining with admiration. Some held their breath, some clicked their tongues in admiration secretly.

Yosan had an exceptionally proportional body. Full, muscular, with perfect six-pack abs that contrasted perfectly with his handsome face. No one expected that this man, known for his calm and aristocratic face, would have such a great physique.

In another corner of the room, a woman wearing a striking red dress sat with a dramatic expression. Her classic jewelry sparkled, her thick lips were polished with bright red lipstick, and her long eyelashes blinked quickly. Her hair was styled high, as if reflecting the hope of living beings for lasting peace. That was Madam Betty.

She took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, as if experiencing shortness of breath from the scene in front of her.

"Oh, look at his handsomeness and his perfect posture, like a man descended from heaven," she said dramatically.

A servant next to her immediately fanned her harder, worried that her mistress would really run out of breath. "Madam Betty, please calm down."

"How can I calm down? If he were still single, I would definitely register first to be his wife." Madam Betty began to get lost in her fantasy, imagining herself side by side with the most handsome man in the Lumina Kingdom, Yosan Machtveilchen. The lover who was so loved by Reina Liesbeth Fleur. She imagined the women crying bitterly, unable to accept seeing her standing at the man's side as his legal companion.

Argh... just imagining it almost made her faint, let alone if it really came true!

Someone, please bring Madam Betty back to her senses from her current madness! —Author ":)

Another servant chimed in awkwardly, "Madam, Mr. Yosan already has Her Majesty Reina. You should know your place..."

"That's right, Madam," added the other servant, trying to remind her.

However, those words only made Reina's blood boil even more.

She had been trying to ignore the chatter of people admiring Yosan, but this time it was too much. The longer she let it go, the worse they got.

Reina, who could no longer hold back, suddenly slammed her glass on the table hard. The loud clinking sound echoed throughout the room, startling everyone and silencing them instantly.

"You all stop making him uncomfortable," Reina said in a cold and forceful tone. "Don't think that just because I allowed you to measure his body while he's bare-chested, you can act as you please!"

Her sharp gaze swept across the room, making anyone caught in her gaze bow in silence, not daring to argue.

Madam Betty immediately stood up straight in her place, followed by her two servants who were still faithfully fanning her.

"Forgive us, Your Majesty," she said in a regretful tone, though her eyes still glanced at Yosan with a little reluctance to look away.

Reina sighed deeply, restraining herself from doing more. She had been patient enough today.

Meanwhile, at the door, the head maid who had just entered to bring snacks held her breath. Her heartbeat raced faster after hearing Reina's firmness just now. Did she come at the wrong time?

Yosan, who had been silent all this time, finally smiled slightly. Although he felt a little uncomfortable with the excessive attention, seeing Reina's expression at this moment... somehow, there was a sense of satisfaction he couldn't explain. Maybe because the jealousy was shown too openly?

The room turned silent, as quiet as a night without sound and light. Yosan cleared his throat softly, trying to break the ice. Reina, understanding his intention, immediately told the boutique employees to get back to work instead of just standing still like statues.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" they answered in unison, hurriedly returning to work.

More carefully and without additional comments, they continued the measurements. Every inch of Yosan's body was noted carefully, but this time without excessive stares or seductive glances. Reina's cold aura was still too piercing for them to dare to mess around.

Once the measurements were complete, Yosan immediately put back on the clothes he had worn when he came to this room. The boutique employees deftly tidied up their equipment, while Madam Betty could only bite her lip, regretting the missed opportunity.

Reina glanced at Yosan, making sure the man was alright, before finally saying, "Alright, that's enough for today."

"You can go and prepare the order as soon as possible," Reina continued firmly.

She then stood up and took Yosan's hand. The man smiled thinly, nodded politely, then said a word of thanks.

However, Reina's gaze was still cold. Her eyes seemed to say, "If you still act like that, don't expect to live peacefully."

"Pack the clothes I chose earlier and give them to the head maid," Reina said in a much softer tone after getting a reminder from Yosan.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Everyone bowed briefly before rushing out of the room to carry out the order.

After Reina and Yosan left, everyone sighed in relief, as if they had just been freed from heavy, suffocating pressure. Like someone who had fasted for decades and was finally able to eat and drink again.

Seeing the room return to calm, the head maid who had previously brought snacks and drinks for Yosan and Reina intended to break the silence, albeit with some hesitation.

"Are the clothes ready?" asked the head maid.