Angeline was fast asleep when a commotion was heard outside.

Angeline jolted upright. Ripping the needle from the infusion bag out of her arm, she stumbled down the stairs.

This was her first time out of the bedroom. The mansion was designed like a castle from Medieval times. The walls, made from majestic, natural marble, had numerous vintage drawings carved into them. One who was knowledgeable in the field would realize that there were many unique symbols incorporated within. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The castle felt old and mysterious to Angeline.

It was difficult for her to imagine that a man as young and regal as him would have such an old-fashioned taste in buildings.

When she arrived at the lower floor, she pushed open the door to the back garden. There, in the middle of the pen where the small animals were raised, she saw the insufferable man battling against a bunch o chickens.

He chased after the escaping chickens. Feathers scattered all over the pen, causing the dogs nearby to bark in excitement.

It was a somewhat comical image.

master's male servants did not share that sentiment. They looked at the man nervously as if faced with a dangerous enemy. "Young Master, let us. When have you done anything like

feathers all

verge of puking. When he saw Angeline, he said determinedly, "I promised that besides that shallow form of love, I'll satisfy you in every other way. If you want meat in your porridge, I'll make that for

its way into his mouth. The man

his breath, he aimed for the escaping hen from a distance. Who would have guessed that the hen would begin clucking and did a poo right where it was standing. Throwing the stick aside, the man

muttered, "It's just

the servants looked at her as if she had made the funniest joke in the

in since he was a

walked toward the pen, picked up a hen in her left arm and

The man was flabbergasted.

the chickens so close to her. Did she not

find that he did not feel disgusted toward her although she had

felt wondrous

he remembered that he still needed to butcher the chickens. That

retrieved the knife. Swinging the chicken's head

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