“Your Majesty. I am the wife of the Steward.” A middle-aged woman blurted out proudly after she approached the King in his study room, wearing an elegant blouse with a long pleated skirt. Alex was standing a few steps away, from where she could notice his icy gaze.
“You are here to tell me that your husband is cheating on you?” He asked and lifted a brow. At her nod, a snort escaped his lips as he strode his gaze to the Royal Steward. “Is that so, Mr. Wen?”
Mr. Wen shifted uncomfortably beside the king and embarked hard to ignore his wife. “I am sorry, Your Majesty. She is just talking rubbish.” He wasn't ashamed of what he had done, he was just worried about his Majesty who might explode anytime. Thankfully, no one else was here.
“Explain what she is saying.” Alex declared as he turned
