Mark didn't respond. He wished for nothing more than a romantic dinner and a sweet night filled with her pearl laughter. It was all he had imagined for days.
Now, everything seems to threaten their peace. He unconsciously tightened his hold on her waist. His heart ached but he was certain that it won't stop him.
Nothing would stop him from making her his. Not even her deception. Perhaps he was acting foolish. He wasn't just any man. He was a soon-to-be Heir to a kingdom.
He should consider a lot before bringing up the big question. He didn't want to. One of the qualities he had inherited from his mother was his stubbornness and will.
"Can we eat, please? I am famished. I just wanted to have a hearty meal and a warm bath with you. Would you give me the honors, my love?"
Her hope was fully restored while her heart was immersed in a river of guilt and shame. She sniffled, trying to control her tears. She seems to be doing a lot of that tonight.