Chapter 171: Ch. 170: Janice's Leftovers

Janice felt a fat hand caress her waist, a frown curling the corner of her red lips before she remembered to smile properly.

"My love," she cooed, taking the count's hand. She had been overlooking the extensive grounds of their capital manor, her eyes scaling the shrubbery and garden that only came second to a few in Radovalsk. Unfortunately, she had seen better in the palace and found that the lavish home she had moved into did not impress her as it once did.

"You look so beautiful when you are lost in thought," the count professed, adoration thick in his eyes.