Strange Disease

Leonrick quickly walked up. He invited Angor to take a seat while he introduced himself.

Angor looked around the table. Cyndia nodded politely and accepted Angor's inquiring gaze, while Margot blushed and lowered her head.

Leonrick pointed to the middle-aged lady to his right. "This is my wife, Cyndia."

Next, he moved his finger to Margot and sighed a little. "What are you doing, Margot? Come and apologize to sir."

Margot stood up and did a curtsy, bashfully. "Sir, last time I-"

Angor looked away from her and addressed Leonrick. "No need. I've already punished her, so let's settle it there."

Margot froze in the middle of her gesture.

She had prepared passionate speeches and confessions, but at this moment, she only managed to blush. She couldn't get any of them out of her lips.

Because of Angor's disregard toward her.

Skillfully, Angor sat down on the first "guest of honor" seat.