Jillian slammed the door open and marched toward the doll Regius, all the while wearing a furious look. "Regius, you bastard! You know everything, do you?" He pointed at the doll's nose and in the next blink, Regius appeared in front of him, sitting gracefully on the couch with his slender leg crossed one atop of the other. Jillian struggled not to glance down at the pale skin peeking out through the hem of his white robe and trained his glare firmly on Regius' stupidly gorgeous face that somehow looked even more ethereal shadowed by the flicker of fireplace.
No matter how beautiful he was, Jillian refused to forgive him this time! Hadn't he known how worried Jillian was all these while? Running here and there, trying to seek out a way to put an end to the war when the solution had been prancing around right in front of his nose!
"Has he been acknowledged by the King?" Lu Yizhou asked calmly.
"Of course!" Jillian snorted. "But that's not the main point, you—"
