As Enoch's footsteps approached, my palms became sweaty, and I felt very nervous.
My sallow face was now completely pale due to extreme nervousness.
Three years ago, my father was a Marquis with great military achievements. But Enoch still chose to sacrifice him to bring down Clark. Now, I was just a military prostitute. How would Enoch use me this time?
Now, Enoch and I met again.
We used to be lovers. But now, Enoch was just my ruler, and I was just his slave.
"Your Royal Highness." I paid my respect to Enoch.
Enoch used to say to me affectionately, "Laura, don't address me as Your Royal Highness. Call me by my name, just like I call you Laura. It will make us more intimate."
But now, he heard me calling him "Your Royal Highness" again, and I was so humble in front of him.
Enoch stood frozen for a moment.
Then, he said, "Laura, why do you have to distance yourself from me like that? It makes me feel hurt."
I immediately apologized, "I'm very sorry, Your Royal Highness. It is all my fault for making you feel hurt. I'm willing to accept punishment!"
I knelt and hit my head on the floor with a heavy thud.
But Enoch asked, "How should I punish you? What should I do to you to make me feel better?"
He got up, walked to me, bent down, and pinched my chin. I could clearly see the sadness in his eyes.
But I wondered, What kind of trick is he playing this time?
Looking into Enoch's eyes, I wondered, Does he want to deceive me and make me sacrifice myself for him again?
