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.

Conrad's wealth and status, but it's precisely because he's free from those burdens that I can be so relaxed

truth in the saying, "You win

an eel, quickly fixing my disheveled clothes, and hurried to open the door, ready

I opened my door, the door to Yates' room opened too. However, it wasn't

join the fray if things went south

taking a shower," the familiar excuse sounded different coming from

senior does have

veiled jab at Fanny, insinuating

to no good, a

you? You're here for me?" Fanny's years of dealing with women not only allowed her to treat their

understand their true nature.

silk nightgown, lacked her usual professional demeanor, showing a softer side. But then I saw Fanny...

long dress, but now she was wearing a

clothes meant something had

Ernest and I hadn't even

in their thirties, just dove straight in without any foreplay on their first walk

up with a hint of mockery, "Why would

to her fox spirit, Milly's depth was evident. Her words were dismissive, as if Fanny wasn't even

was a tough line to