No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I had no idea what the situation was like for Fanny at the moment, but judging from what I'd seen earlier, it was probably pretty similar to the predicament Ernest and I were in.

Getting interrupted like this, especially since it was their first time, was bound to leave a mark.

So, I immediately pressed down on an eager Ernest, "Let's take a quick break."

Ernest, chest heaving, gave me a heated look, "Yeah?"

I pouted towards the door, "Listen, someone's trying to rain on someone else's parade."

Ernest's gaze darkened slightly, "And what about it?"

"We can't just stand by," I started pushing Ernest away as I spoke.

"So, they're raining on our parade too," I loved Ernest's response.

I kissed him quickly. "Hold on, Ernest. I'll go deal with the party pooper."

It was a childish thing to say, making me feel like a kid.

Now I finally get it. When you're with someone who loves and spoils you, you start to age backward, becoming more childlike the longer you live.

That's me. I used to have to put on this mature and aloof act around Conrad, trying to come off as this future lady boss. I worked on maintaining his dignity, seeing the big picture, and understanding elegance, which made me seem way older than I actually was.

say Ernest lacks Conrad's wealth and status, but it's precisely because

in the saying, "You

eel, quickly fixing my disheveled clothes, and hurried

to Yates' room opened too. However, it wasn't

doorway, leaning against the frame to quietly observe, ready to join the fray if things went

familiar excuse

a faint smile, "The senior does have a habit of

words were a veiled jab at Fanny, insinuating a closeness with Yates meant to

good,

Fanny's years of dealing with women not only allowed her to treat their ailments but

understand their true nature.

showing a softer side. But then I saw Fanny...

left dinner in a long dress, but now she was

of clothes meant

quick? Ernest and I hadn't even gotten a third into our

really be that these two, in their thirties, just dove straight in without any foreplay on their first walk on the wild

up with a hint of mockery, "Why would I

fox spirit, Milly's depth was evident. Her words were dismissive, as if Fanny

line to respond