Chapter 36

As Ryan lounged in the dimly lit bar, his gaze fixated on the amber liquid swirling in his glass. "Charlie, has anyone ever slapped you?" he inquired casually, taking a sip of his whiskey.

Charlie's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected question, but he quickly composed himself. "No, my King," he replied, bowing his head respectfully. He couldn't help but notice the faint marks on Ryan's cheek, evidence of the encounter with Arina.

Ryan chuckled darkly, his expression morphing into one of twisted amusement. "Do you believe me, Charlie? Your king was slapped by his future queen," he laughed, the sound ringing with a hint of madness.

"My King..." Charlie's voice trailed off, unsure of how to respond to such a revelation.

Ryan's eyes gleamed with intensity as he leaned in closer, his words dripping with obsession. "She is mine, Charlie. No one else can have her. Not her family, not anyone. From today, I want her every second update," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for ar