165 You Look Delicious Today

Sibyl’s POV

I got up from the Nuri and tidied up my messy skirt. My loose hair cannot be recovered. So, I just let my hair fall out and let it fall on my shoulders. I sat down on the soft blue velvet sofa, took a glass of wine, and the cold liquid ran down my throat into my stomach, extinguishing the faint fire in my heart.

I leant back on the sofa, my glass in my hand, and looked at Nuri with interest. He was still in his chair by the fireplace, his hands on his thighs, his head bowed in confusion. But I guess his face must have been disappointed. What kind of man can stay in a good mood when he's being interrupted in the heat of the moment?

I let Amy in, and she was followed by a strange maid. It was a plain girl, but her eyes were bright, and she looked about as if she were searching for some secret. This surprises me. The court maids had always been docile and silent, repeating the monotonous work like puppets without color or emotion. The girl broke my stereotype of the maid and