Chapter: 91 The Price of a Healer
Ethan just stared at her, dumbfounded, his mind racing. Wait… did she just—? No way. Is she seriously allowing me to form my own harem? Like… for real?
His heart skipped a beat. Every man's dream… and I didn't even need to lift a finger?! Damn.
To be honest, he had never seriously entertained the idea before. But now, in a world of magic and possibilities, where strength rewrote the rules of life—and recalling the novels he once devoured—a spark that had long been buried suddenly ignited inside him. And here he was… with the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on practically giving him the green flag.
A giddy, unstoppable grin spread across his face. I must be the luckiest bastard alive.
On impulse, he stepped forward, looping his arms around Lirael's waist from behind. She yelped in surprise, her slender body tensing, but before she could protest he turned her toward him—and pressed his lips against hers.
