Grace’s POV
“Are you sure you don’t need me to come in and explain to them?” Adam regarded me with worry on his brow.
“No, I can handle it.” I smiled patiently.
Underneath my calm demeanour, I was shaking like a leaf. Aunt Harriet hated late nights so much that she has never failed to tell me how much she did.
“Alright, I will see you tomorrow at school?” his hand went underneath my jaw.
“Of course, you will,” I smiled gently “that is if your concubines give me access to you,” I snickered.
“Of course, you’re my first lady and they all know that,”.
“Do they?” I chuckled “you did well today. I didn’t know you played so well and I am super proud of you,”.
“No, I’ve never played like this,” he must have seen the doubt on my face because he hurriedly added, “honest. I have never play
