Chapter 71

Nearly two hours passed before the restless heat in his body finally faded. He got dressed and stood in front of the mirror. Wiping away the condensation, his eyes landed on the hickeys still faintly visible on his neck, and he thought about what she had said earlier. "I've never touched any other man except you." When he walked out of the bathroom, Grace was already asleep. She wasn't sleeping well. Her brows were tightly furrowed as if she were worried about something. … The next morning, when Adrian woke up, the space beside him was already empty. Once downstairs, a servant brought over a bowl of soup. "Sir, please have some soup." There was a distinct herbal smell from the soup. After asking, he learned that Grace had personally prepared it for him. It wasn't the first time he had soup like this. But before, it wasn't medicinal. It was poisonous. He hesitated for only a moment before downing the entire bowl in one go. If she made it for him, even if it were poison, he w