I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

The brief unveiling of the wristwatch had received an enthusiastic response.

‘Of course it did.’

Leonia, who had been pretending to be shy, curled her lips into a smirk.

‘My dad’s the model!’

The most powerful, most splendid man in the world—Duke Voreoti himself—had revealed his wrist for all to see.

A solid wrist wrapped in trained muscle. And around it, the wristwatch, elegant and refined, was a work of art in and of itself.

The skin partially hidden beneath the watch strap was more tantalizing than ever.

“Phewww!”

The little beast cub, smitten with her father’s charm, finally let out the admiration she had been holding in.

“Did you drink or something?”

Ferio, holding her in his arms, gave Leonia a light glare.

He checked the glass he had handed her earlier when she said she was thirsty. It didn’t smell like alcohol.