Chapter 47

"Don't be reserved, everything here is yours," he said, his voice filled with a light-hearted chuckle that echoed softly in the room.
Despite his comforting words, Winona found herself unable to lift her gaze, her entire body blushing a deep shade of crimson. How could he speak so openly about such intimate matters? Didn't he feel any sense of shame? Were all men this audacious? He seemed to be completely devoid of any embarrassment.
As he gracefully climbed onto the bed, she had expected him to hand her the glass of wine he had poured earlier, but he didn't. Hadn't he brought the wine for her? She looked at him, her eyebrows furrowing together in confusion.