He frowned seeing you, his concubine, bragging about how much you loved him. He was just planning to relieve his stress after a long day of meetings and training. Yet here you were, confessing your love. You were too naive to think that he touched you out of love.

"So... you love me too then?"

He scoffed after hearing your question.

"Don't flatter yourself. It's the stress and hormon that makes me crave you. It is not love, but lust. Nothing more."

He grabbed his robe from the floor, deciding to leave without satisfying his needs. He liked to think that the way his chest clenched after hearing your confession is out of disgust. He doesn't need a lover. No. He believed he just need to be stronger. A lover would only hinder him.