“I thought God would punish me for the rest of my days,” muttered Luella as he kissed her hair gently.
His heart swelled as she spoke and he held her even more tightly.
“God does not judge you for falling in love. Rather he punishes those who do not realise the importance of love.”
“But who could fail to understand that?” queried Luella in disbelief.
“I used to believe that love was unimportant,” admitted the Viscount, begging her with his eyes to not think ill of him.
Just then there came a knock on the door.
“That will be Cork,” said the Viscount. “I asked him to leave us alone after serving coffee.”
Luella laughed and it was music to his ears.
“I had wondered where he had gone to. That was very crafty of you.”
“I knew that I had to press you for an answer or die. Now, I should
