Tilla felt like her heart would come out of her mouth, not because she was afraid of Vincent, but because of how close he was standing to her.
She was so nervous that she escaped into the Queen’s room. And when she was inside the antechamber, she shouted without even sparing a glance at Vincent, “I accept your apology, Milord. Now you don’t have to follow me. I ACCEPT.”
Vincent folded his arms and leaned on the door of Anastasia’s room.
He kept on smirking because he was enjoying this a lot – teasing Tilla.
And he teased her even more, now that she was reacting the way he wanted her to. “You accept? Do you mean you accept my proposal to meet you late at night?”
Tilla abruptly turned her head in disbelief. She could see that Vincent was greatly enjoying himself.
“I didn’t say that!” Tilla said in a stern voice, finally not giving Vincent the satisfaction by losing her composure.
