Summary:
“You’d better not dream of being acknowledged as my wife. I would never have a successor with the daughter of Balazit.” Hearing that, Nadia almost said, “I feel the same way.” Thank you, Marquis. I hope you keep your words. *** “You said you had no intention of sharing the bed with me.” “…” “So for the sake of a successor, you have no choice but to bring in a concubine…” Crack. Nadia’s head turned at the sound of something cracking. Then, a crack is seen in a corner of the table where her husband was. I mean, why was that table breaking all of a sudden?
