Chapter 82: Volume 1: Epilogue

Rosalia smirked as she tightly held the small box in her hand. The next moment, she yanked the box back to her small purse before she looked at the servant who was timidly staring at her. The servant meeting the unusual gleam in her eyes, instantly knocked on the wooden door that was carved with intricate designs. 

He did quietly and immediately retreated when a response was heard. 

It was from a male's in a low pitch, the voice which always sent tremors to Rosalia's heart.

" You may come in." 

However, the tone was uninviting. It was if it had been expecting a person's arrival...displeasure was laced all over it at the same time.

The doors opened wide and a man's broad back greeted their sight. He was holding a glass in his hand casually looking at the window. His expression cannot be fathomed.