Chapter 615

Marilla’s heart pounded with the ferocity of a drum in the night, her rosy cheeks draining to a chalky white, as if she were a frightened bird trembling on a limb, buffeted by an unseen storm.

She pursed her lips and instinctively let go of Jareth’s hand.

Jareth’s breathing hitched, his grip tightening almost imperiously, her fingers starved of circulation!

“What’s it to you? Is it any of your business?”

Jareth’s sharp brows arched, his piercing gaze skewering Glynnis, who wore a poorly concealed smirk, “I never knew you to be such a traditional lady, Glynnis. Quite the departure from your usual liberation.”

Glynnis‘ heart skipped a beat, her face ashen, “What are you blabbering about?”

Whether I’m blabbering or not, step outside of Windermere Estate, ask around the Elmsworth socialites, and they’ll tell you all about your wild escapades and reputation, clear as day.”

Jareth’s lips curled with a sinister slowness, “I’ve got a few buddies who’ve had their share of fun with you. If you’ve forgotten, I can jog your memory with their names. Who knows, maybe Mr. Frederic has heard a tale or two.”

Frederic’s jaw clenched, his eyes ablaze with suppressed fury, glaring at his wayward daughter.

“Dad, it’s not like that. He’s slandering me! He’s bullying me!”

Glynnis‘ forehead beaded with cold sweat, almost missing a step and tumbling down the stairs!

Her infamous escapades in Elmsworth’s nightlife had earned her a less–than–savory reputation long ago.

She’d always played the role of the pure and obedient daughter in front of Frederic, but now, the facade she’d so painstakingly maintained was being ripped away by Jareth, leaving her in utter panic.

Frederic momentarily ignored Glynnis, his attention returning to his younger daughter.

“Marilla, come here.”

was brief but loaded

voice was meek, her feet rooted in hesitation.

gaze darkened, his command

Ê ཻ ཚ བཻ ༴ ཝཿཤྩ རྫེད

my visit today concerns a matter of great importance I wish to discuss with you,” Jareth said,

earnestness.

not even bothering to offer a seat. “But

was not just

hidden behind her father, snickered with vindictive

the entire Abernathy Group, she relished

man’s pride was his currency.

once cost Frederic his dignity, so it was only fitting that his own pride was being

I am here to formally ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

a deep breath, his grip on the girl’s hand trembling with nerves, “I love Marilla,

with deep, unspoken

bloomed with a shy blush, her

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envy, her face contorted as if she

“Ha.”

Jareth, you’re hardly in a position to stand before me, let alone ask for my daughter’s hand. You made your feelings quite clear at the last gathering, severing

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Ashbourne family heiress–perhaps you should be seeking marriage with them,

think of this.”

pulsed at his temples, each word a dagger to his

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