The voice was exceedingly gentle, like the most melodious words of this time, making it impossible for anyone to refuse.
The price of the wine was high, but Leonard Churchill knew it was a kind of exchange.
A glass of wine, in exchange for the mysterious rules he had just broken in some tavern.
He did not hesitate and responded without losing etiquette: "Of course. It's my honor."
Realizing that the other side had no malice for the moment, he raised his gaze without giving anything away, and began to scrutinize the visitor before him.
A black dress that hugged her curves, perfectly outlining her exquisite figure.
The mere sight of her figure exuded an unparalleled beauty that could topple a nation.
However, this only deepened Leonard Churchill's puzzlement.
Because this presence, this attire, felt strangely familiar to him.
As his gaze moved up from her slender neck, a breathtakingly beautiful face came into view.
