That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 468:

To think that the lady before him, writing so gracefully, was the same male slave who had served his meal two years ago, stooped over and skittish. It was completely unbelievable.

And he could still feel her gaze on him from time to time.

Was this the right moment to bring up the past? To address the rift between them?

That day in the woods, she had been adamant about not wanting to hear his apologies or explanations. With his first attempt having been a disaster, Daemonikai hadn’t figured out how to approach the topic again. But he was enjoying this calm between them now. Selfish though it might be, he didn’t want this tranquility to end.

No, he would wait. His chance would come. Another time.

PRINCESS EMERIEL

Emeriel needed a slap. Or maybe ten. Anything at all to stop herself from eyeing King Daemonikai across the desk.

beloved, that ever-present voice of her annoying little self

my beloved. The grand king of

snorted,

moving across the ledgers, occasionally pausing to make

something didn’t add up, only to smooth

moved across the paper was almost… seductive, really.

part of her was acutely aware of him. Every sigh,

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three trade records in hours? Her inner voice tsked. Your most productive

shut, she gave herself a firm mental shake. Get a grip, you gawking, horny

she picked up a ledger

later, Emeriel could no longer ignore the inconsistencies. She frowned.

Daemonikai raised his head. “Let me see,”

the ledger, careful not to let

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