The night in the forest was colder than they expected. Unfortunately, they only had a few clothes in their bags to somehow keep them warm. But they were thankful the treehouse had more space than the inn they first spent the night together.
"Jerissa," Ezekiel called. "Are you cold?"
"Ye-… no. I am alright."
The king knew that tone. It was the same as when she lied before! Seeing her turn her body to the other side, Ezekiel suddenly embraced her by the waist. He whispered near her ear, "I know you're cold. Don't you dare lie to me."
It was as if the coldness of the night dissipated in a second. Jerissa's cheeks felt hotter and hotter each second as she felt the king's warm breath on her neck.
The viscountess felt like she became a statue. She could not move, she could not speak, but her heart was beating like crazy. What should she do?