Franca was initially stunned, then her expression turned to one of obvious shock.
She opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to say something, but her red lips quivered uncontrollably.
Her face gradually turned pale, and her eyes flickered between emptiness and confusion.
Lumian quietly watched Franca without saying a word.
After a while, Franca asked hoarsely and with difficulty, "You agreed?"
Her voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of her throat, her eyes holding a glimmer of hope.
Lumian nodded slowly.
The light in Franca's eyes dimmed instantly.
She lowered her head bit by bit, staring at her legs resting on the armchair.
After a few seconds, she muttered as if in a dream, "I knew… Jenna's affection and regard for me were never love. I was just fantasizing… Fantasizing that she couldn't find anyone suitable to help digest the Pleasure potion and had to reluctantly choose me. And maybe, over time, physical entanglement would lead to emotional closeness…
