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“Ruskin, you shouldn't hold my hand…” Milverton reminded his secretary who still didn’t let him go after he almost slipped in the snow.
“I am very sorry, sir!” Ruskin apologized embarrassedly.
“... in public.” Milverton finished the sentence. “I am the King of Blackmail, I need to be careful with my public image. But if you wish for a touch when we sit into the carriage, I’m not against it.” He winked at Ruskin to show that he didn’t do anything bad.
Ruskin let out a joyful sigh.
“Thank you, sir.” He answered and couldn't wait to get to the carriage.