Even though she was dressed in pants, Lindsay was beautiful. The naïve, young girl could no longer be found in her appearance.

While Irene still had a girlish charm, Lindsay was slowly becoming a woman.

“Please have a seat over here. I will bring some tea.”

Lindsay naturally hugged Raven’s arm before leading him to a sofa covered with fluffy fur, then brought a steaming teapot and a teacup.

Raven nodded inwardly at the sight.

It seemed that she had already prepared everything before his arrival.

It was not just her appearance that was becoming more mature, but her attitude also blossomed into one befitting the lady of a duchy.

“It is a little hot, so take your time with it.”

Lindsay sat right next to Raven while drawing the tea water. A mixture of plain polyscent and her body odor stimulated Raven’s sense of smell. A smile of indescribable comfort appeared on his face.

“How was everything today? No motion sickness?”

“Yes, I am fine. Rather, I am worried about you, your grace. You have been on deck the entire time, what if you catch a cold…?”

She knew better than anyone that Raven was not the same weak young master from a year ago, but her words reflected worries for her beloved.

“Why? Are you afraid that I will give you a cold?”

“What?...