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 with an unmistakable

voice was meek, her feet rooted

command

བཻ ༴ ཝཿཤྩ རྫེད ཚོ གཽ འའྀ « ཧི

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

earnestness.

have to say, Mr. Jareth, say it here,” Frederic looked down upon him, not even bothering to offer a seat.

not just dismissive but

her father,

father at the William and Son’s party, taking a stand against the entire Abernathy Group, she relished the

was his

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

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

Frederic’s mockery, Jareth took a deep breath, his grip on the girl’s hand trembling with nerves, “I love Marilla, and ! intend to marry no other. I will ensure she is the happiest woman in the world.”

that, he turned to look at his beloved, his eyes brimming with deep, unspoken emotion,

with a shy blush, her

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affection with venomous envy, her face contorted as if she were about

“Ha.”

before me, let alone ask for my daughter’s hand. You made your feelings quite clear at the last gathering, severing ties with the Abernathy family. You seemed

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heiress–perhaps you should be seeking marriage with them, not us. But I do wonder what Thaddeus

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at his temples, each word a dagger to his hopeful heart,

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