Chapter 31 Spend as You Please, Woman

• Arielle could feel a chilly sensation on the back of her neck, which signaled to her that something bad was to happen. “Yeah...” Clenching her fist, she told herself that she would never yield to him this time. “Young Master Ziven, I will never cut ties with them, so you don’t have to—”
• “Is the hostile boy’s name Tylor?” he questioned. How dare she say he’s the manliest of men? Does she have a deathwish?
• “What if he—ah! What are you doing?” Upon noticing his hand was once again getting restless, Arielle struggled to sit up while moving both hands behind her to try to pry his hand away, but to no avail. “Ziven Meyer, do you only ever resort to violence?” How dare he make a move on me?