The Devil's Son and His Fated Bride - Chapter 182: How don’t you fall off a dragon?

It’s a story that happened long, long ago, in a continent far, far away, about gods and mortals, sword and magic, war and peace, and of course love and hatred.

Amon was a poor miner’s son in a remote town in the kingdom of Hittite. Along with the discovery of a marvelous gem, his fate was changed. People on this land called it Gods’ Tear. But wait, what were the gods? It was said that the gods created the world. Then who created the gods?

Forced by the tantalizing fate, Amon had to struggle to find out the truth behind this world of magic and gods……

In her past life, Jessie Sterling moved abroad for Julian Grant, only to have him break his promise and stand her up late at night for another woman on her birthday.Reborn into this life, Jessie Sterling personally severed her past adoration and affection, and instead entered a marriage of convenience with Victor Morgan, the heir to a century-old prestigious family in Aethelburg, a match approved by her family.She had originally thought it would just be a marriage for mutual benefit, and that they would treat each other with polite respect after the wedding.People in their social circle were not very optimistic about this newlywed couple with vastly different personalities.Until one day, some friends paid a late-night visit.By the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the Four Joys Courtyard, a group of people saw the man who dominated the business world by day having his knee stepped on. He held a bottle of cat-eye nail polish and was currently bowing his head, diligently painting the toenails of the foot resting on his knee.“Is this okay?”With a coquettish air, Jessie Sterling glanced down, her chin slightly raised like a spirited little peacock, “Well, it's passable, I suppose. But I think it could use another coat?”Victor Morgan was almost driven to laugh in exasperation by her words. After setting down Jessie Sterling's leg, he moved forward, planting his hands on either side of her, his eyes deep and dark as he said in a low voice, “Mrs. Morgan, that's enough!”Before Jessie Sterling could react, in the next moment, the man had already leaned in and captured the red lips before him that had been tempting him for so long.“Mrs. Morgan, don't you think this... is what really needs another coat of color?”The group of people who had just walked through the courtyard entrance froze on the spot. How the hell could this be called... treating each other with polite respect?

As a top-ranking swordsman, he knew very well that there was no such thing as a 'Munchkin' in the world he was in.

But it seemed that he was wrong all the while.

'I should slowly stop getting stronger now... But can I really do this?'

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