Third Person's POV
Yvette, who had attended the mating ceremony, suddenly chuckled from the side. "You wouldn't believe how nervous Lance was that night. He wouldn't even let people near the villa. Such a considerate and enviable mate."
Margot rolled her eyes at her. "Is your own husband not good to you? I heard he makes you breakfast every morning."
Yvette's face turned red in an instant. "Margot!"
Adelaide smiled faintly, lifted her water cup, and took a sip.
This harmonious atmosphere was truly pleasing.
She tried her best not to dwell on unpleasant matters.
Celebrating Christmas at the palace, even a hint of sorrow was inappropriate, and she had long grown accustomed to suppressing her emotions.
They were discussing Melinda's mate, Dwight—a prideful werewolf who had taken in tw
