"But you obviously have simpler ways, for example…"
Before he could finish, Rosalind Lowell pressed her index finger to his lips, cutting him off.
"I know, but I don't want to."
Alaric Davenport raised an eyebrow. "I know you don't want to. So you'd better try your best."
With that, he effortlessly lifted her up, set her on the vanity, and kissed her without another word.
Rosalind Lowell placed her hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away, but he was immovable. "We have to go to the banquet soon."
"I know. What does it matter if we're a little late?"
"It does, it does matter! It's so bad to be late…"
Alaric Davenport immediately replied, "There's nothing bad about it. Arriving late always makes a grand entrance."
"But at this kind of…" 'At an event packed with big shots, being late can't be good,' she thought.
"Shh... You talk too much." His deep voice drilled into her ear like a current of electricity, sending a tingling numbness through her.
