Selma Payne's POV:
I was right.
Casti couldn't help but tremble. I could even hear the sound of his teeth chattering. The boy completely broke down because of an ambiguous question. Tears welled in his eyes as if he was about to cry the next second.
I was a little helpless about this because most of the men I'd met in my life weren't like Casti. Compared to the arrogant and despotic boy he was when he was young, this boy was now more like a delicate little rabbit. Even the slightest movement could hurt his fragile heart.
For example, right now, I was afraid he'd burst into tears the next second, and if word got out, it'd look like I was bullying the weak.
The thing that I was most worried about still happened. Casti began to sob uncontrollably. Large teardrops fought to escape from his eyes, leaving puddles of water on the light green brocade mat.
