"After you finish filming this period drama, you'll announce your retirement, marry me, and stay home to be a wife and mother, okay?" Miles Xavier spoke with such sincerity that Shona Joplin truly believed him.
She nodded, tears welling in her eyes, and rested her head on his shoulder. She had waited three years to hear those words. Despite countless setbacks, her persistence had finally paid off.
"Miles, you have to promise you'll remember what you said today." Shona Joplin nestled into Miles Xavier's embrace, as pliant as a slender willow.
Joan Shaw watched from the second floor, a smirk playing on her lips. 'What a touching scene. Why did I have to be the one to walk in on it?'
Her entire body ached. She gripped the railing for support as she descended the stairs.
The second floor wasn't her domain. Even if she was forced to stay here, she'd rather sleep in the servants' quarters.
