Elizabeth felt completely overwhelmed, unable to ward off Elijah’s relentless advances.
Her cheeks burned with a deep blush, undoubtedly fueled by Melany’s musings on the virtues of wedlock.
She gave up trying to argue with him, curling into a small ball on the couch, her knees drawn up as she lost herself in a stream of humorous clips. The exaggerated antics in the videos captured her attention entirely, pulling peals of laughter from her.
She tried to muffle her chuckles with her hand, but the laughter bubbled out uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, Elijah, relegated to the bed, watched her with a mix of annoyance and dismay, his features clouding over with frustration.
The room fell silent briefly before a gentle knocking at the door broke the quiet.
The soft sound was followed by Melany’s voice. “Elizabeth, are you guys still awake?”
Her inquiry seemed laced with anticipation, as if she were about to unearth some intimate secret about their evening.
Elizabeth let out a weary sigh, her patience worn thin by Melany’s persistent intrusiveness.
Despite Melany’s wishes for familial peace, Elizabeth resolved that this time she would not sacrifice her own comfort.
“Melany, we’re up,” she called out with a resigned tone, setting aside her phone and rising from the sofa’s embrace.
As she approached the door, it swung open. Melany surveyed her with a fleeting glance.
Spotting her fully clothed, Melany’s expression fell to one of palpable disappointment, her hand flapping dismissively in the air.
A maid promptly emerged, bearing a tray.
Melany forced a smile, presenting the offerings. “I’ve brought some honey milk for you.”
