Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Carissa also noticed that Rafael started coughing as soon as he ate, and his cheeks turned red from the coughing.

Clearly, he wasn't used to spicy food. So why did he choose this restaurant?

She moved the list of non-spicy dishes to his side, and said, "Even though you like spicy food, I think your throat is sore today. You should avoid spicy dishes for now and eat something lighter." "My throat does feel off," Rafael said, clearing his throat as he felt the lingering burn from the spices.

It was quite uncomfortable.

"I'll have someone bring you a glass of milk," Carissa said, standing up to open the door to the private room. She called for a waiter to bring a cup of milk.

"Milk can help neutralize the spiciness," she said with a smile, as if comforting a child. "Drink up."

Rafael took the glass of milk. It had a slight gamey taste, but it was cool and refreshing, making it bearable. More importantly, it was a gesture of her thoughtfulness.

He appreciated her unspoken understanding, not revealing his discomfort or his attempts to please her.

She had truly changed since their time in Meadow Ridge.

But he felt quite bitter, because the scene of her coaxing him to drink milk was probably how she had always served Rebecca in the past, right?

the Warrens as her family, and genuinely wanted to spend her life with Barrett. How could a pack of ungrateful wretches deserve her

humiliating Aurora would drive her to commit suicide,

and asked, "What are you thinking

was cold as he shook his

privacy, signaled to Lulu and Pearl. "Let's move to the adjacent room for our

might be serious matters at hand, so she called the waiter to help

Carissa and Rafael remained in the

you, Your Highness?"

yet they all betrayed you. I'm angry on your behalf. And it seems to me that Aurora's punishment

of milk would remind

"Perhaps. But I trust that after careful consideration, the king will have her removed from the Ministry of Defense. She used to look down on women of the

she despised fighting with the other women in the household. But in the end, she would inevitably become the very type of person she despised. It was a fate

responsible. Don't you want

Carissa

furrowed her brows. "Killing her would be easy-it's just a matter of a single strike. But would it be true revenge? The people of

even less likely to make it public. Such an action would be detrimental