But even so, when their lips parted, Elizabeth couldn't help but breathe a little heavier, her gaze somewhat blurry as she looked at Fisher before her.
At this moment, when Fisher spoke again,
"Elizabeth, let's be normal, okay? Let's eat first..."
"...Alright."
Poor Elizabeth was already struck dumb by the confusion from over ten years ago, played into submission by the wicked Fisher, who silently rescinded the penalty she had just mentioned.
But obviously, neither of them felt that way because now, Elizabeth only had him in her eyes; she just wanted to possess him, regardless of the circumstances.
She took a breath, reluctantly rubbing her flushed face, then waved her hand, a certain signal to the Cardinal emanated from her fingernails.
Embedded on her fingertips were one or two red base, gold-decorated manicures, which not only for appearance but also provided Elizabeth with a hidden means of controlling the Cardinal.
