Chapter 70

Our mood swings, really? She sighed.

That must have been how a butler from a good house described the pounding on doors and bitter words. 

Were we allowed to talk about mood swings, too, when it came to the lord’s omega?

“If Milady will permit," Jackson continued, "milord Ian isn't exactly accustomed to this kind of excess. The late lord, his father, was far more so, and it took all the gentleness and fortitude of our poor mistress to bring him to his senses.”

As if fearing he'd said too much, the butler turned on his heel and disappeared in an instant. 

Eden took the stairs back to her room. 

Everything was ready for her departure, and thanks to this unexpected event, she didn't even need to tell Ian.

Eden wrote a few words, placed the bill prominently on the mantelpiece, put on her warmest pelisse, fur cap and gloves, then went to join Mary, who was dressing Amara.

“Let's go," Eden said.

She grabbed two suitcases