Just as he was trying to suppress his goosebumps, Miss Marie felt her heart skip a beat, and the folding fan along her lips trembled slightly.
The air inside the carriage became thick and sultry, with an ambiguous atmosphere fermenting in the candlelight.
"Are we… talking about the play?"
"Of course, I hope the bell sound of the Saint Roland Grand Theatre won't disappoint us. But I think that might be difficult, considering you just came back from Miss Kaylee's theater."
Newcastle retreated gracefully, not intending to make more advances here; after all, he wasn't after a night's pleasure.
His goal was clear—
The title of knight!
As the warmth gradually receded and just when Marie was about to say something to retain this intoxicating tenderness, the moving carriage suddenly jolted hard.
The large inertia nearly threw Newcastle into Miss Marie's arms, the horse's neighs, and the coachman's exclamation shattered the car's romantic atmosphere.
