Thomas shuddered. Nathaniel's words suddenly made him feel even more inferior,
as if he had diminished in his presence in an instant.
Because he truly couldn't be like Nathaniel, who was capable of being good to only Matilda.
But… This man was cunning and deep in thought; Milly could never outsmart him.
"What if, what if one day you hurt her? I've known Milly for a long time. She's a very innocent, kind girl without any schemes. If one day you no longer like her, the hurt you bring will destroy her."
Nathaniel's lips curled up, sunlight falling on his face, making his skin appear even more fair and translucent, "Trust me, I know what kind of young lady Matilda is better than you do. I never make promises, but I can tell you with certainty that the scenario you described will never happen."
For someone like Nathaniel, falling in love with a woman one day was an incredible thing.
Where would he find the time and energy to fret and fall in love with another woman?