"Senior," Severine gave a polite nod to the young man and decided to drag Alina away. "We won't disturb you any further."
Alina nodded her head eagerly, clearly wanting to leave the place contaminated by lust.
"Hey, don't be in such a hurry." Emmett chuckled. He casually shook the girl off before stepping forward.
The closer he stepped, the more hostility burned in those brown eyes.
Jealousy, hate, animosity... Those were the emotions Severine perceived from her.
"I was busy and couldn't talk to Aunt Isabella this afternoon. Please convey my apology to her. I'll visit once I have time."
Each word chilled Severine to the bone. Her legs felt too heavy to move, and her lips remained glued together.
Call? Why did Mother call Emmett?
Her mother wanted to talk to the D'Arden while she had no clue about it.
They weren't talking about a marriage agreement, right? Gulping down the bout of anxiety, she parted her pale lips.
"It's alright. Mother won't mind."
