Cynthia's POV
Was it my illusion? Was his hand that hot?
Then the second hand placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and Arther's slightly gravelly voice played in my ears. "Can you stand up? I can't seem to find my grip when you're sitting."
I seemed to be a puppet being manipulated by him, and as soon as he said that, I seemed to immediately receive the instruction to get up from the chair immediately. In my haste, I only had time to lift my equestrian clothes upwards, and Arther immediately spoke up, "Don't move!"
I didn't dare move, he was so close to me that my whole body seemed to freeze.
I suddenly realized that I was standing in a very bad position, I happened to be standing on the arm of the sofa, which was right against the wall, and I was standing up facing the wall, such a po
