Jenna and Marcel finally arrived at the mansion; both were exhausted by the night’s event. A maid greeted them with a warm smile and brought them water along with some light snacks.
“It’s almost morning,” Jenna whispered, glancing at the clock on the wall. “What would you like to have for breakfast, Marcel?”
“Anything will do!” Marcel replied, taking her hand in his. “But before we eat, let’s go to my study. There is something important I want to talk to you about.”
“What happened?” Jenna frowned as concern crossed her face. “Are you still angry with me for what happened?”
Marcel looked at Jenna as his gaze softened and he tenderly caressed her cheek. “How could I be angry with you? You are the reason I am holding it all together,” he said in a sincere tone.
“Then… then why aren’t we
