Lilian arched her brows, a teasing glint dancing in her eyes.
"That depends entirely on your performance, doesn't it?"
Before she could say more, he reached out, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her—fierce and unrestrained.
Compared to all the sharp words and cold clashes they had shared before, Lilian found she liked this side of him far more. The ease of it. The way it felt natural, unforced—just him, and her.
The drive resumed, quiet and steady, until they reached Burg Eltz. Morrison didn't linger—he drove her straight to the old family estate.
At the door, he asked suddenly,
"Where are you planning to stay after you return home?"
Lilian turned with a bright, knowing smile.
"Who said I was going back?"
Morrison froze.
"...What?"
"We're already like this, and you're still not coming back? Are you trying to start a long-distance relationship with me?"
