Darryl muttered to himself. He sat up groggily and replied, “Alright.”
Then, he walked to the door and brought breakfast into the room.
Darryl was hungry when he smelled the food. His stomach grumbled. Ever since he was brought to the South Cloud Palace, Darryl had not had a single meal.
He brought the breakfast to the table, and Quincy was already there. Darryl put the breakfast down and was about to sit down together with her.
“Stand up!”
Before he could take a seat, Quincy frowned and yelled coldly, “Who has allowed you to sit? You don’t have the right to have breakfast with me!”
Darryl was stunned and speechless.
‘Even if you don’t think of me as your husband and treat me as a captive, you can’t treat me this way! You won’t even let me eat?’
When she saw the changes in Darryl’s expressions, Quincy felt pleased. She said flatly, “You’ll eat after I have my breakfast.”
Darryl smiled and said nothing, but he seethed with contempt.
‘Fine. Quincy, one day I’ll make you submit to me.’
“Her Majesty has arrived!”
At that moment, a yell came from the door before the Empress entered the room with a few palace maids in tow.
The Empress was in a long golden dress; she looked majestic and domineering. There was a smile on her face.
Yesterday, she had brought Darryl to the palace. She wanted to check up on him and see if he could adapt to the palace life!
“Hmm?”
The moment she entered, the Empress noticed that Darryl had stood by the table; she frowned discreetly.
“All of you can leave now!” The Empress lifted her hand and signaled the palace maids to leave.
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