Too much

Bewildered, she looked at Sir Sydney. His face had changed somehow, it wasn't quite handsome anymore, but suddenly it was hard and cold. Looking at him now, someone would believe that this man can do anything. Suddenly she couldn't believe that a few minutes ago she'd kissed those stern lips, that his arms had wrapped around her intimately. When he spoke, even his voice was different, the tone seemed a little rougher. The noble mask had just been peeled off, revealing the hardened look underneath. "I'd rather discuss this in a more private setting." He told the count.

The earl tilted his head with icy politeness. "There's a classroom inside the wing. Is that okay?"

"Okay". Sydney paused for a moment before adding. "Miss Ezra will come with us."

Torcia looked at him blankly. Your request is absurd. Suddenly she felt cold all over, and a shiver ran down her spine. "Why?" She asked through dry lips.

"She has nothing to do with this," said Lord Wessex curtly, rising from his chair.

Sir Sy