As Enoch's footsteps approached, my palms became sweaty, and I felt very nervous.

My sallow face was now completely pale due to extreme nervousness.

Three years ago, my father was a Marquis with great military achievements. But Enoch still chose to sacrifice him to bring down Clark. Now, I was just a military prostitute. How would Enoch use me this time?

Now, Enoch and I met again.

We used to be lovers. But now, Enoch was just my ruler, and I was just his slave.

"Your Royal Highness." I paid my respect to Enoch.

Enoch used to say to me affectionately, "Laura, don't address me as Your Royal Highness. Call me by my name, just like I call you Laura. It will make us more intimate."

But now, he heard me calling him "Your Royal Highness" again, and I was so humble in front of him.

Enoch stood frozen for a moment.

Then, he said, "Laura, why do you have to distance yourself from me like that? It makes me feel hurt."

I immediately apologized, "I'm very sorry, Your Royal Highness. It is all my fault for making you feel hurt. I'm willing to accept punishment!"

I knelt and hit my head on the floor with a heavy thud.

But Enoch asked, "How should I punish you? What should I do to you to make me feel better?"

He got up, walked to me, bent down, and pinched my chin. I could clearly see the sadness in his eyes.

But I wondered, What kind of trick is he playing this time?

Looking into Enoch's eyes, I wondered, Does he want to deceive me and make me sacrifice myself for him again?