"Young Master—no, the Fated One... Who would've thought you could be this foolish..."
Leon's expression froze as he stared at her in disbelief.
"Melissa... How could you..." He gritted his teeth, about to say more, but the words were choked back by the blood rising in his throat.
He quickly covered his mouth with his left hand, trying to stifle the flow.
Seeing this, Melissa's smile only grew wider. She shed her innocent and cautious facade, revealing a wicked grin that was nothing short of terrifying.
"Fated One, you really are careless," she said playfully, stepping closer before crouching in front of him.
Her gaze locked onto Leon's, her chin resting on both palms.
"Did you know I was actually a spy stationed in this palace a hundred years ago?"
Leon's eyes widened. "A spy? What are you talking about?"
His stunned and confused expression made Melissa's body tremble slightly.
A tingling sensation surged through her lower body, and her cheeks flushed red.
