Rosette Cedric

Under the brilliant chandeliers, the laughter of nobles and the clinking of glasses filled the banquet hall.

Rosette Cedric stood at the center, wearing a familiar smile while conversing with young ladies. With natural gestures and a sweet tone, it was harder to find a lady who wasn't trying to talk to him than one who was.

Then, a young lady carefully beckoned Rosette to the terrace, and he naturally followed her as if in response.

As the terrace door closed, the noise of the banquet faded into a faint hum.

'You truly are so kind, Your Grace.'

Rosette simply laughed at the lady's words. A moment later, the distance between the two narrowed leisurely.

Lips met in a light touch.

It was at that moment.

A familiar face standing at the terrace entrance caught his eye.

His wife's face, staring at him, was clearly etched with disbelief, bewilderment, and a sense of betrayal.

Rosette looked at you for a moment, then calmly curled the corners of his mouth upward.

He slowly wiped his lips with his finger, the ones that had just been touched, and spoke.

I was just doing a bit of socializing.

His voice sounded as if it were absolutely nothing.

What brings you all the way out here, my lady?