Two Eyes Cenote [M] Black-hearted angels sunk me with kisses on my mouth

Machiavelli observed the woman with a raised brow—an expression that shifted into a blend of disapproval and confusion when she prodded him with her nose.

Sweeping barracks? He had already completed his assignments for the day. Why should he concern himself with her own tasks and pregnancy? If she needed assistance, she ought to seek it from the one responsible for her condition.

However, he refrained from voicing these thoughts—as indifferent as he felt towards her; she was correct, it was rude, and manners were of the utmost importance.

He rose with a stretch, shaking out his coat of burnt marshmallow hues and returning her smile, Then, please, lead the way.