Spencer, who had been watching a play that was more interesting than the opera, tilted his head.

“Are you asking what I have seen? It’s a low-cut woman’s dress. Isn’t that what we have always seen?”

“Is that all you saw? Is it time for Jeff to come? I need to change my clothes.”

Killian winked at Spencer, who was staring at him in the face. Spencer stood up, pushed by Killian, stared at the maid who was trembling in the corner, shrugged, and went out of the door.

Julietta, who was left alone with the Prince in the curtained VIP seat, stepped back one more step, faltering uneasily. 

“Aren’t you wondering about what I saw?” the Prince asked, leaning sideways as if he cared nothing about his wet clothes.

Julietta took another step back, shaking her head, as if refusing to think that what he saw was anything else except her chest. The prince raised one arm and signaled for her to shop.

“I’ll forgive you for the wine in return for showing me something good. But if you walk around the theatre like that, I don’t think you’ll be as lucky as this time. Wait until Jeff comes back.”

At the word of forgiveness uttered in a low and sexy voice, Julietta bowed to her belly by ninety degrees, and expressed her thanks to him.

“Are you seducing me? Did I get your signal wrong?”

When she saw the prince who slowly licked his lower lip with his tongue, and spoke with his voice lowered with profound affection, she realized why he was the most popular guy in Austern. Julietta shook her head so hard that she felt numb, putting the wet red cloth she had in her hand back on her chest.

“No, Your Highness. I am ignorant of not knowing what a signal is. I just wanted to thank you for your forgiveness. I know better than anyone else in the theatre, so can I leave now?”

Killian looked carefully at the maid, who had a rough, tough head of brick-red hair and a dull brown face. 

His eyes glowed, looking at her skin, which might be smooth above all else, green eyes shining like jewels in her slim face, and her lovely, bloodless little lips. 

Moreover, the red cloth that she had hastily inserted into her chest cavity was drenched with wine, creating a more compelling spectacle. 

Unlike her young and innocent look, she had a pretty deep chest line that only actresses usually had. The best breast he had ever seen seemed to have sprung up. Furthermore, the spectacle, which was slightly visible when she leaned down, made the viewer feel quite anxious. 

Killian, who had no taste so far, thought he might have been attracted to this and laughed out loud. He thought he lacked human emotions but he felt quite charmed by the woman in front of him, who was terrified and quivering. 

But the Prince, who had never taken a woman by force, gave up the thought of pretending that the maid had sent him a signal and waved her away before his mind changed. 

When the light purple dress that had shaken his mind, disappeared before his eyes, the Prince clicked his tongue. He thought he would go without meeting Moira, but today he had no choice but to take her out and enjoy the night. Then he looked down at his wet clothes, which he had forgotten for a moment. 

Just as Spencer brought Jeff in, Killian thought for a moment and opened his mouth. “I’d rather go back than change my clothes. Jeff, tell Moira to come to Harrods Street later. Spencer, are you going to stay any longer?”

Eventually, Spencer followed his cousin, who stood up to go back even before the opera began. 

“No. What kind of fun would it be without you? I also have to go back now.”

As the two exited the VIP box before the opening, the theatre once again became noisy. Regardless, Julietta, who had safely returned to her small room next to the prop room, chose only the dark places in the theatre and sat on the floor to catch her breath. 

“Where, I almost killed myself. Even so, he looked very desirable.” 

That handsome young man overflowing with sexual attraction was the fifth son of the current Emperor and the only son of the second Queen, Irene Elizabeth Bertino Austern. Killian, who had inherited the Principality of Bertino from his maternal grandfather, was the most beloved Prince of Claudio, the current Emperor, for his outstanding appearance, sword skills and extraordinary intelligence. 

The Principality of Bertion he inherited was a small country between the Austern Empire and the Vicern Empire, famous for its rich fertile territory and natural resources. Killian, who had inherited Bertino Business Group run by his maternal grandfather, was recognized for his business talent by raising it into a big business group in only five years. 

Killian, known as the richest man on the continent at the age of twenty-three, behaved as if he was not interested in politics at all. However, he was also the most closely watched and checked person in Austern, where there was no direct descendant from the Queen and the seat of the Crown Prince still vacant. 

As such, he was always the subject of envy and jealousy from everyone. 

The fireflies, who wanted to be the sexual partner of someone with ealth, appearance, title of nobility, and all other things, used to rush to him, setting themselves on fire, with the illusion that they could take the official position for themselves, even though they knew that the position would be kept only a for a few months. 

Julietta, who had heard Bertino so much that a scab formed over her ears, saw him today and truly understood why they were making such a fuss. But she didn’t want to be a firefly. Julietta sighed with relief that she had survived the crime that could have meant her death today. 

“I’m glad the owner of the mansion which I’ll be working for next week, is a pretty good man. By the way, what I thought earlier was not true. The chest line was so deep that it attracted his attention.”

With a desire to deny the reality, Julietta, who opened the door of her small room, hurriedly approached the mirror in the corner after confirming that no one was in the prop room. 

“Oh my God. What the hell is this?”

Whether she was embarrassed or excited, her brown face was as bright as it could be, and the stained breast, with the metum which had been hastily applied to match the color of her face, looked lustrous and ready to burst. Moreover, because she had hurriedly inserted the wine-soaked cloth into her blouse, the front of the dress was soaked to the skin, revealing the outline of the contents within. 

She breathed a despairing sigh but still thought it was a good thing that she didn’t show him her naked body. But as soon as she pulled out the uncomfortable piece of cloth, she was shocked to the point where she wanted to faint. 

When the red cloth disappeared, she didn’t know if the front of the dress had fallen or if it had been pulled down to clean the wine, but they were shouting out their presence as if the important things that should be hidden quietly were being revealed to everyone. In addition, a small black dot in the middle of her breastbone became more and more visible on her white skin, prompting Julietta to stamp her feet. 

“I don’t know if I’ve spent all my life’s fortune coming back safely after this. This incident would be enough for me to kick a quilt to death.”

Julietta, red with shame and embarrassment, hurried into the back room. 


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“You Highness, you’re even greater today. I was so ecstatic that my whole body melted away.”

Moira, once again smitten with Killian, was more passionate than usual, muttering half in rapture. Aman like this would be nice even if he were poor, but he was still a Prince. He was also a Prince with the right to succeed the throne. 

Moira thought she was really in love and was even more anxious to catch the man. Despite much effort, as Killian, who went down from her, tried to get out of bed immediately as usual, Moira hurriedly grabbed his firm arm. 

“Your Highness, I don’t want to leave your side right after such a wonderful night. It’s a long way before dawn. Let me stay a little longer.”