Everyone was slack-jawed with amazement.

Just a kiss?

Was it really necessary to chase after Leopold for 15 years just because of a peck on the lips?

This woman was really something!

“Explain, my foot! My BFF told me a kiss is as good as hitting the hay, and you even held me close, swearing you’d marry me when we grew up! Are you even a man? Can’t remember your promises?” Griffin fumed, her anger mounting by the second.

That was her first kiss.

And she had held onto it for 23 years, waiting for Leopold to step up and take responsibility.

But this guy!

He was flat-out denying it!

Leopold was hopping mad, “Which of your BFFs said that? Bring her here. I’ll give her a piece of my mind! Responsible for a kiss? If that’s the case, considering the number of women I’ve kissed, should I marry them all?”

“Ptooey! Have I lost my mind? Why did I say ‘the number of women I’ve kissed’? I’ve only ever kissed Griffin!” He thought.

And it was that very kiss that had sparked a decade and a half of pursuit, leaving him so terrified that he dared not even think of romance.

“You dared to kiss someone else?” Griffin’s face turned a shade of jealous green.

Leopold opened his mouth to explain, but Griffin turned her back, clinging to Vivienne’s legs and wailing, “Vivienne, look at this scoundrel! Not only does he refuse to take responsibility for me, but he’s also messing around with other women. My life is so miserable, truly unbearable.”

Vivienne rubbed her temples as Griffin’s ranting gave her a headache.

She grabbed Leopold, swiftly healed his previously dislocated arm amid his cries of surprise, and then shoved him toward Griffin.

“Go and get hitched!” Vivienne said dismissively, her eyes rolling with contempt.

verge of tears. “Vivienne, it really isn’t

“So you think you

never been in a

Percival had

her dictionary,

the responsibility would be

“Exactly, you’ve got to take responsibility after a

so reasonable! A real problem

at a loss for

so wronged! If only I had known it would come to this, I would have

Griffin was a cute seven-year-old, like a

“Don’t worry, I’ll marry you when

whole situation was Percival’s doing.

it’s supposed to last a lifetime. We can’t just rush into it because of something that happened

turned to Griffin. “Shall we step outside to talk? I promise I won’t run away

for a moment, then

to Leopold to be plagued with hostility. If they could have a decent conversation, that

objections, neither did Vivienne. She said, “Sort it

as she turned to Leopold. “Don’t make me settle

chill ran down Leopold’s spine at her icy tone. He nodded

hurriedly whisked

in

“Sure.”

the room was still recovering from Griffin’s outburst, eerily

eyebrows lifting. “Mr. Wolf, that was quite the

ties

did not know what to

felt a twinge of sympathy for

Leopold returned

noting that Griffin had already

that Griffin left so peacefully was

raised an

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