Chapter 173

Upstairs in their room, Seraphina stood on her tiptoes, straightening Becket's tie.

Becket was already in his forties, disciplined as a soldier, yet relaxed and scholarly in demeanor.

He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his collar always clean and tight. His voice was steady, deep, and resonant like a cello, with a hint of huskiness.

He said, "I'm heading to the Ministry of Foreign Affair