Chapitre 9: Chapter 9

He was astonished for the second time that afternoon when Harley practically yanked his hand so he had no choice but to enter the mansion. Otherwise, he had no doubt Harley would manhandle him or maybe even shove him inside from behind. He ignored the size of the foyer and some of the rooms they passed as the butler led them into a small sitting room with a fireplace. There were several comfortable-looking couches, and the rugs were thick and plush. Once Connor and Harley were seated, the butler excused himself.

“This enormous mansion will probably be wonderful if I live in it with my future husband and a few of our adopted kids,” Harley muttered to nobody in particular while he glanced around the sitting room.

Connor snorted. “It’s ostentatious.”

Harley chuckled. “Stop putting on that sour expression. You’ll look a lot more handsome when you smile.”

Connor scoffed. “Whatever.”