บททั้งหมดของ The Waiting Lady's Affair.: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 46

The morning sun streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the sprawling Harrington estate. Inside, the maids scurried around, replacing every flower arrangement in the house with brighter, fresher ones, just as Mrs. Harrington had instructed. Lila stood off to the side, arms crossed and posture stiff, overseeing their work with hawk-like precision. She wasn’t friends with any of these women—didn’t want to be. To her, they were fossils stuck in a life she couldn’t comprehend or care to understand. Her legs began to ache after standing for so long. Sighing, she lowered herself onto the grass, grateful for the reprieve. Of course, her legs hurt. After last night, how could they not? She was sore from the passionate night. The thought made her cheeks flush bright red. She couldn’t stop the images flooding her mind: Alexander’s hands and lips on hers, his body pressing against hers, the sheer intensity of his touch. The memory made her shiver in the morning heat. “She

Lila stood at the door, her stomach twisting with shock as Victoria and Rose continued their lively conversation.“I found him on the balcony late in the night,” Mrs. Harrington was saying, fanning herself with a hand as a wide smile lit up her face. “He was so uneasy and desperate to have me. He could barely control himself.” Her cheeks flushed a deep red as though the memory was unfolding before her again.“And none of the servants caught you?” Rose asked with wide eyes, her tone a mix of horror and excitement.“I don’t think so,” Victoria replied, though her voice wavered. “But they’ve been avoiding eye contact with me more than usual. And some of the young girls blush whenever I speak to them.”Rose squealed, clapping her hands together. “Then they definitely saw you two!”Victoria waved her hand as if brushing off the idea, though her expression betrayed her mortification. “Whatever. It’s my house. I can do what I want.”Despite her dismissive words, Lila could see the unease in

Lila watched from the floor as Victoria ran outside, her usual calm, icy demeanor completely gone. The sharp clack of her heels echoed across the hallway like gunfire. She rushed toward the front door, moving so fast it was as if whatever was outside might disappear at any moment. She bolted past the door and practically flew down the steps. Lila picked herself up, ignoring the dull ache in her backside. Alexander was already on the move too. She paused awkwardly as they met at the doorway, stepping aside and looking down to let him pass first. He frowned at her shyness but didn’t say a word. Something heavier pressed on his mind. He stepped out, and a few seconds later, Lila followed. She froze. Mrs. Harrington was on her knees at the bottom of the steps, arms wrapped tightly around a tiny child—a little boy with striking blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes. “My darling,” Victoria whispered, her voice trembling with joy. “It’s been so long.” She pulled back to look at the boy’s fac