Marquess Samed gulped his saliva to moisten his dried-up throat.
He did not know what this little girl was talking about but his instincts warned him that something was wrong.
'We haven't met for almost a year now and the first thing she asks me is if I have something to confess?' He narrowed his eyes back at her, ignoring the instincts which were trying to alert him.
Yvonne raised her brows after noticing the annoyed look on his face.
However, before she could utter another word to commence the myriad of accusations and grievances she had against him, she halted in her ways.
Her brothers had completed their short interaction and were now looking at her and similarly, her father too had diverted his attention towards her.
The ladies were too deep in their discussion that they had not noticed that the children and the Marquess had not yet taken their seats.
Marquess... What are you hiding!?
Guess who's here!