It wasn't that he didn't want to drink; his hands were simply trembling so violently that he couldn't control them, and the fruit wine in his cup spilled all over the ground.
No, it wasn't just his trembling hands. Ever since he had recognized the other party's identity, his legs had turned to jelly.
If someone pushed him now, Albrecht doubted he could stand firm.
He desperately wanted to stand firm and control the shaking of his hands.
But he couldn't stop his body from trembling.
Thinking about the true identity of the innocently romantic girl in front of him, recalling everything he had just done to her, his scalp tingled and bitterness flooded his heart...
On the other hand, as Charlotte engaged in several conversations with him, the Blood Count Yulster finally started to pay serious attention to the "young noble" by the girl's side.
Albrecht?
Hearing Charlotte call someone's name, Yulster slightly furrowed his brow.
