Kevin's eyes were red, but he refused to let go. He clutched at me, his voice cracking as he asked, "Alessia, what does that scarred mongrel have that I don't?"I found the scene incredibly ironic.Kevin, the elite bodyguard trained for perfect emotional control, had lost all composure. And Lucas, the madman who had clawed his way out of a deathmatch pit, was terrifyingly calm.Lucas showed no sign of being provoked. He just silently stepped forward, stood in front of me, and said flatly, "I was just worried she'd get cold."He took a few steps closer, and Kevin instinctively backed away.Lucas turned again to adjust the coat on my shoulders, then looked at Kevin. "Don't let me interrupt."Kevin had no intention of stopping. "Principessa, please don't abandon me. Let me stay with you tonight, please? I've been trained to please in other ways, too. I can satisfy all your needs. I swear, I'll be much better than him."I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is that so?"Kevin latched onto the hope lik
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