What he was referring to was the assassination attempt, when Damien Gray let go of Morgan Shangguan to dodge the blades. In his eyes, Morgan was a weak woman; for Damien to let go of her was as good as abandoning her. So, he truly believed that Damien’s feelings for Morgan weren’t genuine at all!
Morgan Shangguan lowered her eyes and said softly, "I know. I never said I loved him!" But in truth, she did love him.
Adrian Yarrow let out a sigh of relief, but Morgan suddenly raised her brows and looked at him, saying, "You’re still not well. Rest for a while first."
Adrian truly felt a bit tired. He looked at her and said, "Morgan... could you stay with me?" There was a trace of pleading in his voice, so vulnerable that no one could refuse—especially a woman who had feelings for him.
But Morgan didn’t feel the slightest bit of pity or tenderness. She simply nodded and replied calmly, "Alright."
Adrian finally closed his eyes in satisfaction and soon drifted off to sleep. The corners of Morgan’s lips lifted slightly as she said with a hint of amusement in her voice, "Come out! He won’t wake up."
Looking at the person who appeared in the room, Morgan sighed. "I thought I’d finally won for once!" she said with some regret. Even then, she hadn’t managed to outsmart him!
Damien Gray’s expression darkened as he stood before her, eyes lowered, his voice deep. "Morgan, I’m very angry right now."
Morgan raised her brows, stood up leisurely, pressed him down into a chair, then sat on his lap, casually hooking her arms around his neck. "Because I tried to trick you?" she asked.
Damien narrowed his eyes at her, his tone chilling, though he could never show true murderous intent toward Morgan. So, despite the sinister air, he wasn’t actually frightening. "Because of what the Princess Consort said!"
Morgan thought for a moment, recalling what she’d said earlier—"I never said I loved him"—that must be it! It was only after those words that she sensed his presence. Morgan shook her head with a wry smile, innocently replying, "I really didn’t say it!" She only said she hadn’t said she loved him, but never said she didn’t love him. He’s angry over that?
"You didn’t say it?" Damien Gray’s smile turned a bit menacing. "Looks like I’ll have to help the Princess Consort remember!"
Morgan laughed as she dodged his reaching hand, saying, "I really haven’t said it now!"
"Then say it now!"
"Let’s go back to the room first!" Morgan glanced at Adrian Yarrow, hinting that there was still a living person here. How could Damien just start getting handsy with her? Even if Adrian was unconscious, he was still alive!
Damien snorted, "Didn’t the Princess Consort promise to keep him company?"
"Mm..." Morgan helplessly grabbed his wandering hand. "That was just to get him to fall asleep faster!"
Mona Shangguan had slept soundly during the day and couldn’t sleep at night, so she decided to check on Adrian Yarrow’s condition. Unexpectedly, as she approached, she saw two figures tangled together by the window, and faint voices drifting out.
"Be gentle! Don’t forget we’re supposed to be in purification and fasting. Are you leaving so many marks because you want people to know? Could you please be a bit more discreet?" Though it sounded like a scolding, her tone was full of laughter.
Mona’s already pale face grew even worse—it was Morgan’s voice!
Inside the room, although the two were indeed being affectionate, nothing truly happened; Damien Gray was just throwing a little tantrum.
Sensing someone outside, Morgan tried to push Damien away, but he wouldn’t budge, his face still showing he was upset. Morgan could only let him be.
Suddenly, Damien swept her onto the bamboo couch. Morgan raised her brows, and Damien glanced at the window, nibbling her earlobe as he whispered, "She really gets on my nerves..." The footsteps outside were easy to recognize; the person wasn’t skilled in martial arts, so it was clear who it was!
As he spoke, Damien continued to tease Morgan.
Mona Shangguan listened to the intermittent sounds of intimacy coming from inside, her face turning ashen. She clenched her fists, trembling all over—whether from anger or pain, it was unclear. The hatred in her eyes surged, as if she wished she could swallow everyone in the room whole.
She stepped forward, reaching out to push open the door, but the suffocating pain was too much—she fainted.
Hearing her fall, Damien Gray shook the Spirit Gourd at Morgan’s waist and said, "Go drag that woman onto the bed!"
Morgan raised her brows, her breath still a bit uneven. "What are you planning? You’re not trying to make them spend the night together, are you?"
Damien pulled her onto his lap and laughed, "What are you imagining?"
Watching as Little Reaper dragged Mona onto the bed, Damien’s smile turned mischievous. "I’ll make them wake up at the same time. When people first wake up, they’re always a little groggy. Adrian’s first reaction will be to mistake Mona for you, and Mona will be even more convinced of what she saw and heard tonight. But she’s smart enough not to confront Adrian directly—she’ll try to win his heart instead. We’ll just sit back and enjoy the show!" Glancing at the unconscious Mona, he suddenly felt this punishment was too light. If she just faints from heartbreak, she won’t feel anything at all. Looks like he miscalculated, but at least he can fix it in time!
Morgan looked at him, her expression half-amused. "You know her pretty well, don’t you, Your Highness?"
Damien Gray smiled and kissed her lips. "There’s no need for you to be jealous, Princess Consort. The one I know best is still you."
"I don’t have the time or inclination for that!" Morgan stood up, straightened her rumpled clothes, glanced at the two on the bed, and couldn’t help but shake her head. "You’re getting more and more wicked, Your Highness!"
Damien stood up, wrapped his arm around her, and laughed. "I told you, the one I know best is you. That’s why I know you’re just as wicked as I am!" But even when she was being wicked, she always looked so calm and unruffled that no one ever noticed.
Morgan neither confirmed nor denied it.
Once everything was ready, Damien gave a few mysterious instructions to the Little Reapers who had dragged Mona onto the bed, telling them to stay behind. Then he slipped away with Morgan back to their room. Morgan didn’t ask what he’d instructed them, and since she wasn’t curious, Damien didn’t explain.