On the way back to Sutton Gardens, Luna Langley rested in Silas Lockwood's arms the entire way.
The heat from their bodies pressed together drew out the subtle, sweet fragrance from her skin, making it grow more and more distinct.
Silas Lockwood was on pins and needles.
Unable to pinpoint the source of his restlessness, he just hoped the car would get to Sutton Gardens faster.
Half an hour later, Conrad Beckett finally pulled the car up to the house.
"President Lockwood, we've arrived."
Silas Lockwood got out of the car first, then carried Luna Langley out from the back seat.
It was late, and Aunt Sinclair, the housekeeper at Sutton Gardens, was already asleep. Silas Lockwood didn't wake her, carrying Luna Langley straight up to the second-floor bedroom.
Although this was their "marital bedroom," it was the first time Silas Lockwood had ever stepped inside.
