In the corridor, Denver, who was staring meaningfully at her polishing decorations on a shelf in the corner, approached her and began to tease her as he got closer.

“Hey, Antonio. Looks like you missed a spot here.”

Rozelia, glancing at Denver, quickly wiped the area he pointed to with a dry towel without saying a word.

Looking at her like that, Denver, with a smirk, pointed to a higher shelf.

“This part seems less polished too. Maybe because you’re short and can’t reach the top? Should I give you a hand?”

Ignoring Denver’s sarcastic remark, Rozelia gave him a stern look.

Despite her reaction, Denver just shrugged his shoulders and continued teasing.

“Why so resistant? I thought I could easily lift you.”

After saying that, Denver seemed to be about to lift her, but Rozelia swiftly blocked his attempt by firmly placing her arm against his waist.

“Enough, Denver.”

Ignoring Rozelia’s warning tone, Denver twisted his lips and continued teasing.

“You don’t seem to like me, but acting like this will only make you look more inferior.”

Suddenly, Denver’s expression crumpled.

“What? Inferior?”

Despite Denver glaring fiercely, Rozelia turned around calmly and walked away, seemingly ignoring him.

Infuriated by her seemingly dismissive reaction, Denver, even more agitated, shouted angrily.

“Where are you going?”

While Denver was visibly upset, Rozelia glanced back casually and replied firmly.

“Going to get a stand.”

With those words, she casually walked away, leaving Denver clenching his fist and trembling beside her.

Jacqueline, approaching Denver in response to his unusual mood, noticed his tension and placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Denver, maybe it’s better to stop…”

“Let go of me!”

Perhaps feeling more provoked that he was ignored in front of Jacqueline, Denver forcefully pushed away her hand and strode away in the direction where Rozelia disappeared.
Rozelia, entering the warehouse to find a pedestal, discovered one placed in a dim corner and walked further into the warehouse.

At that moment, a loud ‘thud!’ sound echoed as the warehouse door behind her closed abruptly.

Startled, Rozelia turned around and, to her surprise, found Denver standing in front of the door.

“I wish you’d leave since there’s nothing more to see.”

As Rozelia said this and turned her back to Denver, he suddenly approached and forcefully pushed her shoulders, ignoring her.

Rozelia, whose back hit the wall roughly, frowned and looked up at Denver as if her spirit had been shaken.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

In response to Rozelia’s irritated voice, Denver smirked, raising the corners of his mouth as he pressed his face closer.

“What do I think I’m doing? Dealing with a man who’s wagging his tail at the Duke!”

“What…?”

“You’re dripping with lust, aren’t you?”

Having said that, Denver licked his lips at the sudden fragrance emanating from Rozelia.

“In fact, don’t you wish other men would treat you like this?”

Feeling there was no worth in engaging, Rozelia forcefully pushed his chest away with an uncomfortable expression.

“Get out of the way.”

However, unlike Klaus, who usually yielded easily, Denver, visibly angered, forcibly pressed against her, not budging an inch.

Despite appearing male on the surface, Rozelia, a woman in reality, was powerless against the strength of a man.

Only then did fear flash in Rozelia’s eyes as the imminent danger overwhelmed her.

Lowering his head near Rozelia’s neck, Denver, taking a deep breath, spoke with a raspy voice.

“You smell really good.”