Maddox’s P.O.V.
“Please, Your Majesty. I can do it.”
It’s been fifteen minutes, and I was repeatedly ignored by my Erasthai, Shyla wasn’t ready to acknowledge my presence.
First, she didn’t let me help her dress up, then locked the door of the bathroom and lastly, she rejected my offer to put her to bed.
“I can manage, Your Majesty.”
Her cold tone rang ominous bells in my mind, I stood by her side as she adjusted the covers with great difficulty.
“Why don’t you buy some new clothes, Kitten? We can order some dresses online.”
I took out my cell phone and card for a shopping spree, but Shyla averted her face.
“I really appreciate your kindness, Your Majesty. But I don’t need any stuff.
It’s getting late, please close the door while leaving.
Good night.”
I was frozen to
