“What did you say, Mr. Wolfsbone?” Emily questioned, unable to believe what she had heard.
“If you sit here, hurry up. Don’t make me repeat it twice.”
Emily immediately looked for Campbell, as if seeking help from him, but the butler simply urged her on wearily, gesturing for her to comply with Alexander’s eccentric proposal. Embarrassed, she found a chair with elaborate designs and plush cushions, sitting next to Alexander, facing Miss Fitzwilliam's disapproving gaze.
“Mr. Wolfsbone,” Isabella began, her delicate voice refined, “may I know why you invited the maid to join us on our date?”
Alexander had invited Emily because her exquisite natural essence overshadowed the unpleasant aroma of the other young woman. He didn’t want to dismiss her immediately; he at least wanted to let her
