With a quiet sigh, he finally said, “Lucky, I’m sorry. Sometimes… this life I live now, this title—it comes with ways of speaking that aren’t always how I used to be. It’s instinct now to phrase things formally or traditionally, especially when I’m addressing others.”
He pressed his lips into a firm line, his gaze flickering to the side briefly before settling on me again. With a quiet sigh, he finally replied, “Lucky, it’s not intentional. This life… this title… it changes the way I speak, the way I carry myself. Sometimes, I don’t even realize I’m doing it.”
His tone softened as he stepped closer, his mismatched eyes searching mine. “I didn’t mean to confuse you. What I meant is that I won’t share a bed with you—not in the way we used to—until we’re officially married.”
His words hit
