After being attended to during her bath, Lina returned to her room, breathing heavily.

As the door closed and she was about to scream out in frustration, she was startled to see Reinhold waiting for her.

“Morgan?”

Reinhold brought his nose close to her still-damp hair and whispered, “Your Highness looks as pure as ever, having just finished your bath.”

“Ugh...!”

“Am I being impudent for saying such things?”

Lina quickly shook her head, her face turning red. The audacious woman, who usually had no trouble controlling herself, became flustered only in his presence.

Reinhold found this contrast irresistibly appealing.