Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

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 by

had shared such intimate moments, the way he interlaced his fingers

Lulu, "Lulu, why does Aunt Carissa blush whenever Uncle Rafael

but glance at her young mistress, whose face was indeed redder

a man holds a woman's hand, the woman will

asked, "But I'm holding your hand, so why aren't

thick skin. Even if

see," Ryan said, his eyes suddenly gleaming with wisdom beyond his

trailing behind them, returning

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

carriage curtain, 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

was what he deserved for his loose

his eyes in anger when he spotted Rafael

let the curtain fall, a faint smile

It was better if Barrett held a grudge-served him right for getting what he

caught sight of Barrett as

get beaten up by his two

shook his head. "Not sure, but maybe. After all, those two women aren't exactly pushovers." Aurora was still Barrett's rightful wife, and naturally held the title of madam as well. However, she would be referred to as a secondary wife or concubine, depending on

casually remarked, "They really did a number on him. His face