Looking at the shimmering Elf Curtain, Ellie Miller's mind was filled with treasure chests overflowing with jewelry.
The bedroom door opened and closed again, and the Duke, wearing only a towel, dripped water from the tips of his wet hair.
He 'inadvertently' glanced at his wife in her pink nightgown on the bed.
Ellie Miller was holding a book in her hand, but the book was upside down.
The Duke was satisfied and quickly dried his hair, "I think, shouldn't we 'settle accounts'?"
Normally, Ellie Miller would've been on high alert, her hair standing on end.
But now...
Ellie Miller absentmindedly nodded, "…Ah, yes, that's what you're saying."
Duke: "…?"
Ellie Miller suddenly put down the book, crawled out from the covers, and grabbed the Duke's hand, "Darling, how much treasure do you think there is?"
Duke: "…" A frown slowly creased on his forehead.
"Before that, shouldn't we first talk about the 'debts' you owe?" the Duke asked with a forced smile.
