Eve adjusted her right arm, which was wound around Vincent's shoulder, before gripping it tightly. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and Vincent, who was carrying her asked her seriously,
"Do you plan to sow seeds on my shoulders, Ms. Barlow?"
Eve's eyes widened, and she curled her fingers while continuing to take his support.
When Vincent started to climb the stairs, instead of taking her to the servant's quarters, Eve asked him,
"Where are we going?" Her voice came slightly breathy.
"To Hell, would you like to accompany me there?" Vincent passed a dull look at her, and Eve pursed her lips. "Humour me."
"Do you want to go to Hell?" Asked Eve.
