Chapter: 1165

A man like him-one who was born at the pinnacle of power- would never be easily swayed by affection.

He was a ruler by nature, someone whose gaze rarely fell below his own stature. To him, love was nothing more than a fragile, fleeting concept. Or so she thought.

Watching him so willingly letting Corrine sleep on his lap, something shattered in her.

His gentleness, his patience-it was all for Corrine, and Corrine alone. He truly loved her.

The realization hit Rosalie like ice water, leaving her with a vile mixture of jealousy, envy, and stubborn frustration.