As Rafael packed the gifts, his mind wandered to the matters concerning the Pathfinders Guild.

He was naturally pleased that so many people were looking out for Carissa. Still, he also wanted Adrian and the others to know that he would protect Carissa from now on, and they no longer needed to worry. Most importantly, he had to tell Adrian one crucial thing today-from now on, he would ensure that Carissa sent at least two letters back to the guild each month. No matter what happened, whether it was something good or bad, the guild members would be informed, so they wouldn't have to trouble themselves by sending people down to investigate.

After filling three carts to the brim with gifts, he saw Carissa leading Ryan and Lulu out.

Carissa's face was serene and composed, her calm demeanor only enhancing her beauty. She was dressed in a deep purple dress that accentuated her fair, translucent skin. Two peonies were pinned in her hair, but even the flowers seemed less radiant than she was.

As Rafael recalled the previous night's events, he felt his blood rush uncontrollably to one place, his deep gaze filled with a turbulent, unreadable emotion.

When Carissa looked up and saw that expression in his eyes, she immediately recognized it.

It had been the same for the past two nights.

These past two nights, he seemed to have entered a state of insatiable desire, like someone discovering

a new passion for the first time, constantly craving more and more without end.

Carissa's cheeks flushed as she avoided his gaze. That look always made her heart race.

Rafael approached her, and took her hand. "The gifts for the visit are all prepared. Shall we go?"

her gaze, her earlier composure instantly replaced

way he interlaced his fingers with hers still brought an

asked Lulu, "Lulu, why does Aunt Carissa blush whenever

glance at her young mistress, whose face

laughed, and replied playfully, "That's because when a man

your hand, so why

I have thick skin. Even if I blush, you

I see," Ryan said, his eyes suddenly gleaming

trailing behind

fate would have it, they happened to run into Barrett and Viola, who were also returning

just in time to see him. Barrett's face was so swollen and bruised that he was almost unrecognizable. Rafael instantly knew that Dylan and his men had given

was what he deserved

well, narrowing his eyes in anger when he spotted Rafael peeking

fall, a faint smile

held a grudge-served

gaze, caught sight of Barrett as well, She was

he get beaten up by his two

was still Barrett's rightful wife, and naturally held the

"They really did a number on him. His

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