The Scent of Pheromones Grows Stronger in the Air

Marcus Wood adjusted his attire and calmly walked towards the door.

Upon seeing Yvette Green, he spoke in a composed tone, "Yvette, do you have something to discuss with me?"

"I came to apologize for my impulsive words at the palace that day. You clearly don't have a girlfriend, yet I spoke out of turn. Are you angry with me?"

Yvette Green spoke softly while observing Marcus Wood.

Her eyes turned slightly red, her fair skin overly pale, and a faint scent of cedarwood surrounded her.

Yvette Green's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Marcus Wood's rut was approaching?

She felt conflicted.

In reality, she had been wavering between Marcus Wood and the crown prince.

Yvette Green and Marcus Wood had a childhood friendship, and she had even saved him once.

Despite Marcus Wood's volatile temper, especially towards women, he had always treated Yvette Green well.

It could be said that if Yvette Green wanted to marry Marcus Wood, there wouldn't be much of a problem.