This situation arose completely unexpectedly.
I just stared at Roger in complete shock, unable to even blink, let alone react in any way. His face was too close to mine. So close that I could see my own reflection in his eyes.
No, wait... what is happening?!
My heart began to beat faster, as if anticipating something unimaginable. No, wait, is he really going to...?
I didn't even have time to finish my thought when the carriage suddenly lurched. The metallic creak and the coachman's voice outside told me that we had arrived at the gates of my estate.
At that moment, Roger seemed to wake up from a trance. His eyes widened for a moment, and he abruptly pulled away from me, as if frightened by his own determination. A shadow flashed across his face — a mixture of embarrassment and confusion.
"Lady Weinstein, I'm sorry... I..." He faltered and looked away awkwardly. "I didn't mean to do that."
