Freedom of Debt

From the way my eyes pictured it out, Ghino looks like one of those hired servers back in the mansion. He was wearing white long sleeves, black pants, and black shoes. The black bow tie attached to his collar has also even made him more stunning.

That explains the food tray in his hands and about why I could not trace his scent in one of those men wearing tuxedos and masks. He was busy helping the mansion serving the food and drinks to the attendees.

Also, his profuse sweat was perfume to my wolf's nose. It crawled deep beneath every fiber of my muscle. It was similar to a current that tickles my entire body. And that has made my feelings for him more pragmatic.

But his eyes were in contrast to the way I looked at him. At some point, I believed his expression somehow was asking me if I should do the right thing. The right thing about what the event was intended for.

"Have you forgotten I am still mated to Lilith?" Ghino said back. "And the president's daughter invi