Too Late, My Dragon Lord Ex

tin'

out a startled gasp as he slipped from her grasp

ace turning pale. Then, his mouth trembled, and silent tears began pouring down his cheeks.

dramatically, immediate

ts were less about a mother's genuine concern and entirely a calculated performance to grab Collin's

ntically checking Pip's bleeding leg, his face filled with pure dist

hysically harm her own child just to secure a man's pity. And a blind, hypocritical Lord w

ians are already weak; he can't handle physical trauma. I'll tak

oward his luxurious carriage with the child, treating Pip li

of my past life had thoroughly numbed me. In this lif

dust, leaving just me, Ansley, and her pat

as her. I turned toward the magnificent i

Conrad?" Ansley's voi

didn't bother

y shoulder. When she spoke again, all the fragility and tears were

ue colors fully exposed. "Lord Collin belongs to me. The future Lady of Fleming Castle will only ever

ooked at her. "Are you finis

pected me to scream, cry, or slap her again-anything she could use to pl

just putting on a brave face. Without the protection of the Dragon L

so incredibly short-sighted, so pathetically

over her. "All you want is a fancy noble title and a life of e

ecy. "Soon, Collin Fleming won't even have a copper coin to his name, let

of color. "What... wha

Enjoy your stolen gowns and your little illusions of grandeur while they las

ildered, panicked face and forcefully