Throughout the hallway, Prince Deniz did not look at Ayla's face at all. In fact, the man as cold as an iceberg sped up his walk even more. As if he really wanted to avoid the beautiful woman with dimples.
'Damn it!' Ayla cursed loudly in her heart. She felt almost exhausted balancing her footsteps with the prince.
"Why are you walking so fast!" Ayla protested.
To Prince Deniz, Ayla was just a nuisance, just like the other harem women. Even at the main palace exit gate, he still didn't want to answer. He was reluctant to even turn his head.
"Is it because there is a wall between our lives?" Ayla's question remained unanswered, but the beautiful and brave slave did not care.
"Is it just because you're a prince and I'm a slave that you don't want to talk to me?"
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