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.”

brief but loaded

meek, her feet rooted in

gaze darkened, his command irrefutable, “Come here.”

ཻ ཚ བཻ ༴ ཝཿཤྩ རྫེད ཚོ གཽ འའྀ

I

earnestness.

looked down upon him, not even bothering to offer a seat. “But make it quick,

was not just dismissive but

her father, snickered with vindictive satisfaction.

the entire Abernathy Group, she relished the fact that the story had spread like

was his

had once cost Frederic his dignity, so it was only

to formally ask for your

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

eyes brimming with deep, unspoken emotion, “Please give me your

cheeks bloomed with a shy blush, her heart awash with warmth.

OF

face contorted as if she were about to

“Ha.”

to stand before me, let alone ask for my daughter’s hand. You made your feelings quite clear at the

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should be seeking marriage with them, not us. But I do wonder

of

temples, each word a dagger to his hopeful

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