Chapter 85. The Truth Hurts

Elsie's POV

"My darling you look breathtaking," Rory's husk of compliments felt unusual. He had never said such kind words before, not in this fashion. He would often talk to me like I was his possession, tell me I looked fuckable, and then use me as his very own fuck toy. But tonight he spoke to me like a gentleman.

I watched as Rory emerged from behind me and took the spot on the blanket by my side, he poured himself a glass of wine and brought the glass to his lips. Our eyes were connected deeply as we both drank from our own glasses.

"I hope you don't mind, I started without you," I said in reference to helping myself to the red wine on offer.

Rory laughed after taking the glass away from his lips "Of course I don't mind, beautiful Elsie," he paused "I'm just thrilled you're here with me,"

I nodded, keeping the smile on my lips as I studied him. Rory had made an effort this evenin