CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

"I beg your pardon! What!" She seethed, stepping close, as her hands fell from holding her gown. She was to be turned into a schoolgirl because of what? "I will not accept that!"

Milan huffed casually and began walking deeper into the room with his hands on his shirt button. "It's not like you have a choice, Emilia. I am fed up running after you or always thinking about what vices you are bound to engage in when I am away." He tossed his shirt to the chair in front of his hearth and faced her with his hands on his waist, his chest bare to her. "You are my mate, Emilia, and not a pup. I am presently faced with the greatest decision of my life that concerns the future of my Kingdom and I will not want to do anything that will put both my Kingdom or my heart at risk."

"Wh-what has that got to do with me?" She surged, taking double steps in his direction impulsively even as her body became warm from the mere sight of his upper-bared torso. It was playing some unhealthy prank on her head.