âWhy are you the one bringing my clothes?â
He really got on her nerves with those words.
Still facing the door, she responded coldly, âItâs clear that youâre not thrilled to see me.
Frankly, if my mother hadnât practically coerced me, Iâd have stayed clear of this situation.
Fine, Iâm out of here.
No need to endure my presence.
â
âThatâs not what I meant,â Hilliard explained in his usual cold tone.
Jennifer struggled to break free from his grip.
However, his grip tightened and he effortlessly restrained her.
She lost her balance and accidentally fell on her bare chest.
Jenniferâs cheeks flushed and she grew shy.
And so did Hilliardâs.
Both of them were silent for some time and the atmosphere turned a bit awkward.
Summoning courage, Hilliard managed to say, âMiss Turner, truth be told, this time Iâ¦â
But she didnât want to hear it.
She pulled away from his hold and dashed out of the room with her hands over her flushed face.
Hilliard watched her run out, and a crease formed on his brow.
After a momentâs contemplation, he decided against going after her.
The notion of running around the Turner familyâs house dr@ped solely in a bath towel did seem rather strange.
He locked the door and wore the new clothes.
When he came out of his room, Jennifer was already done with her make-up and was ready to go out.
He watched her as she left the house and drove away.
He then turned to Presley, who was eating fruit on the sofa in the living room, and inquired.
âAny idea where Jennifer is off to?â
âSheâs all dressed up.
Itâs for a date, of course.
Presley smiled kindly.
Hilliardâs expression darkened with concern as he pressed further.
âWith whom?â
Amused, Presley covered her mouth and giggled.
âWho else but her fiancé? Sheâs out for a romantic date with him.