"Melissa, you look… well." Boulevard thought that she would still be somewhat devastated over her father's death. However, it seemed that she was over it completely.
"I am, dear", she replied with a tone of a woman who was recently satisfied. "The work here is challenging, but also rewarding. Lord Reinhardt also helps me a lot."
Saying that, she walked toward the teapot and served him some tea.
It was then, the moment she stepped near him, that he saw what seemed like a faint wet sheen running across her cleavage.
There were also some red spots on her neck and fair skin, marks of bites? They were all signs of afterglow.
But of course, Boulevard's naïve mind did not connect them to sex. He thought perhaps she was simply sweating from the heat.
After all, the season was early summer. It was natural to perspire a little.
"Your arrival is a welcome surprise, Marquis", Reinhardt spoke, keeping a straight face. He had already reverted to his work mode.
