Chapter 59

Louisa felt her body responding to that. Michael's voice was strong and sensual.

"But… the wedding?" She asked.

"Fuck that! I want you. We can make the wedding date be transferred."

"Can we?"

"Yeah. Specially if there is a risk that you're pregnant."

"Oh…" her cheeks were flustered.

"Louisa… I would never force you. But know that I am just waiting for you to say yes, and I'll be with you."

She bit her lower lip.

"Don't." He said and she looked up at him, confused. "Don't bite your lip. It makes me want to ravish you right here."

She smiled at him.

"You already talked, right?" Emmeline said, approaching them. She was keeping an eye on them, and when she noticed that Michael was touching Louisa too much in public, she decided to intervene.

"Ah, yes, mother."

"Good. Now, let us finish our business here. We need our dresses for Christmas, Michael!"

He smiled.

"Sure. I'll let the ladies do what is necessary." He bowed and before he left. he winked at Louisa.