Laura’s heart fluttered.
She remained still, looking at him, until he repeated, “Come on.”
He asked a servant to bring a hairdryer, taking on a role that seemed almost host-like.
The servants, thinking they made a good pair, went upstairs cheerfully.
Laura bit her lip.
“I don’t want to go. What would it look like?”
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
She then thought of Vanessa, who had been in Czanch and even visited Evans Gardon.
Laura’s insecurities were heightened by Vanessa’s bold pursuit of Edwin, making her hesitant to join his family for dinner.
As the servant brought down the hairdryer, Edwin began to dry Laura’s hair while sitting on the sofa.
Laura attempted to move away, but he gently held her in place, speaking softly.
“I’ve just come back from Duefron. It’s been over 20 hours since I slept. Please, no more arguing for now, okay?”
Laura looked down, beginning to speak, but Edwin interrupted.
“I don’t accept it,” he murmured.
“We like each other. Why can’t we be together?”
In Edwin’s mind, if love could be easily replaced, it wouldn’t be true love. He had always been certain about his desires and never regretted his choices.
Without further words, he continued to dry her hair and then gently patted her back.
“Go change your clothes.”
Laura wanted to speak, but Edwin’s gaze, weary and sincere, held her.
“Laura, do you really not want to be with me?”
Indeed, he was visibly exhausted, not having slept for 20 hours.
Laura, filled with questions about Vanessa, silently ascended the stairs.
In her room, she pondered her feelings for Edwin.
She did want to be with him and wondered if she could muster the courage to fight for it.
Looking at her reflection, a joy-filled stranger seemed to gaze back at her.