Drusilla glanced at him, her tone light but firm, "Be back early tonight, okay?"
He looked up, an edge of defiance in his voice, "I refuse."
"...Fine, have it your way then," Drusilla sighed, shaking her head at his child-like stubbornness. Since when did asking him to come home early become a request he'd balk at?
After Enoch had left, Drusilla decided to catch some sleep.
Waking up later, she heard a knock on her bedroom door. "Come in," she called out.
The maid entered, carrying a bouquet of flowers, and greeted her, "Ma'am, you're awake?"
Drusilla raised an eyebrow. It wasn't time for housekeeping.
The maid placed the flowers in a vase, adding, "These are from Mr. Taylor."
Drusilla couldn't help but smirk at the vibrant flowers, a silent admission from the man who'd so vehemently refused to come home early. So, he wasn't as indifferent as he pretended to be.
Leaning back, she felt a pleasant warmth bloom in her chest at the gesture.
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