Chapter 405: Lovers' Quarrel I

"What does this mean?" Ronan shouted angrily, making Arielle who stood beside him shocked, as well as the guards on duty not far from there.

Lazarus froze in his place. He really wanted to take a shovel to dig his own grave right now. He had made a grave mistake. Lazarus had absolutely no intention of kicking a pile of snow to Arielle's face.

He would rather die than do that on purpose. However, he was daydreaming earlier, so he wasn't aware of his surroundings.  He didn't know that Ronan and Arielle would come out of the Blackthorn Palace.

"I'm fine… I'm fine," Arielle said in panic as she pulled Ronan's body away from approaching Lazarus, who was still frozen in shock.

Ronan ignored Arielle. His fists clenched tightly. The next second, a hard fist landed on Lazarus' face, causing him to fall to the ground.

Arielle screamed in surprise seeing Lazarus' nose started to bleed with blood splattered all over the white snow.