Chapter 437

Arthur wasn't in any hurry to return. He let his horse amble along leisurely, while Juliana followed behind him, her cheeks turning a soft pink within moments. Though his scent was intimately familiar to her, every time she drew near, her heart fluttered as if it were their very first meeting. From behind, her admiring gaze was impossible to hide. She studied the graceful line of his neck, the broadness of his shoulders, and breathed in that fresh cedar fragrance of his, which filled her with a strange sense of safety. Unconsciously, her arms tightened slightly around his waist — unaware that this closeness was causing someone’s brows to furrow. Arthur’s eyes narrowed subtly as the gentle pressure against his back stirred sensations in his otherwise composed body. Lately, Arthur had felt like a man stripped of all desire. Work? Handled. Wife? Married off. He preferred solitude, peace without disturbance. Yet, his temper had become unpredictable — even the smallest mistake from a servan