He coughed.
The smile at the corners of his lips deepened, the affection in his eyes practically overflowing.
Fine.
No rush.
He had plenty of time to get the girl to accept him.
When you’re pursuing someone, patience is key.
And for her, he had all the patience in the world.
At least she was letting him hold her hand now. That was significant progress.
The two of them walked all the way to the estate gate.
Just as Serena was about to pull her hand back.
Nicholas tightened his grip, his captivating eyes holding the expression of a sad puppy. “I don’t want to let go. What should I do?”
Serena narrowed her bright eyes and raised a brow at him. “What do you want to do?”
“Hmm…” Nicholas feigned distress. “If I said I wanted to stay and sleep with you, Old Mr. Lancaster would probably jump out of bed and chase me with his cane.”
As he spoke, he suddenly leaned in, his lips close to the girl’s flushed ear. “Let’s compromise then… Serena, give me a hug.”
He really knew how to push his luck.
Serena’s eyes flickered as she looked at the flawlessly handsome face so close to hers.
Her expression remained blank. She decisively raised her other hand and pressed it against that infuriatingly perfect face.
She gave it a firm push.
It was a rather unceremonious way to handle such a work of art.
Just like that, she shoved the face that had been getting dangerously close to her ear and pushed it away.
“Get lost.”
A single words escaped her crimson lips.
Then, she pulled her hand back and turned to leave.
Her steps were resolute.
But they held a hint of… a hasty retreat.
Nicholas stood at the gate, his starry, affectionate eyes fixed on Serena’s back.
He curled his thin lips into a sly smile, looking like a triumphant fox. “I’ll come pick you up tomorrow morning.”
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