Third Person’s POV
Isabelle walked gracefully towards Zeldoris — freshly showered and wearing nothing but his shirt on which barely reached half of her silky white thighs.
She had prepared for his arrival. At the back of her mind she knew that there was a huge chance that Zeldoris went to Heleina after seeing the reports Hugo had failed to hide from her.
She smirked at her human nephew’s reaction when she told him who she was and how he stuttered when she asked him where his Master was.
She could’ve followed Zeldoris to the cafe but thought it would be best not to do that. Stopping them from humping each other would do her no good so she waited patiently.
It’s better if she played the victim anyway.
She had caught the sc
