Author’s POV
After they f****d, Emma and Richard straightened their clothes to leave.
Still flushed and breathless, Richard’s arm wrapped around Emma’s waist, her head resting on his shoulder. Using his other hand, he turned the knob and the nursery door swung open, revealing Lila standing just outside—broom in hand.
Emma blinked in surprise. “Lila? Why are you standing out here?”
Lila dipped her head slightly. “I wanted to see if you needed anything, Luna. I heard… noises. I thought you might require assistance.”
It sounded strange why she should be here; this room was located in a part of the house that servants rarely visited, but Emma didn’t think much of it. She smiled warmly, still glowing from the aftershocks. “Actually, yes. The nursery’s a mess—sawdust everywhere, tools scatt
