บท 216: Favourite dessert

"I love it when you talk dirty to me, Pallas."

"Mister De Luca, please mind what you say!" Ariana growled at him, yup she growled at him alright. And he fucking loved it. He adored the fact that the woman had lost control of her temper and for the first time stepped out of the shell.

She was the real Ariana Harlow and not the shell of the woman that she presented herself as in front of others.

Idiots like Noah Nelson believed that Ariana Harlow was a woman whose pristine reputation and elegant personality needed to be unsullied. That only the colour white would suit her the best as she was a woman wrapped in innocence and pride.

But Nicolai did not quite believe it. Ariana was not a damsel in distress kind of princess, she was the kind of woman who would gauge someone's eyeball out of the socket if the situation called for it.