Previously:
I nodded at his words as I realized it would be my first meeting with Matteo Ardolf, the current head of the Ardolfs and Theodore's father.
I wish I wasn't meeting him as an eloped bride but a proud representative of the Bentleys as the heir. Nonetheless, it was the same person he would have met.
While I was lost in thoughts, Theodore had walked back into his room and soon emerged with some clothes in his hand. "Wear this for now," he said handing me over a t-shirt and trousers of his.
My eyes widen momentarily before I looked at him to look for any wounds that could explain that he had banged his head somewhere and forgot to be rude anymore but I was surprised to find none.
"Nobody will dare lay a hand on you tomorrow, as long I'll be there Iris," he whispered edging clos
