Freya's lips parted as her eyes rapidly blinked towards Gideon in disbelief.
All the while, Lord Gideon simply scratched his head as their eyes met. "I… I'm flustered. I mean, it's been a while since I last saw you, Lady Freya. I'm just too mesmerized that I couldn't help myself but ask you of this."
He then meekly added, "I'm being serious about my intentions to marry you, of course, but it's a question you don't need to answer right now."
Gideon explained further, his eyes staring straight into hers with all seriousness. "I do apologize for being straightforward to you like this when we've just met again after four long years. Make no mistake, I intend to formally court you, and if you deem me not good enough for you, then I'll accept your answer to my earlier question once you're ready…"
Freya was caught off-guard. She was aware of how much of a blabbermouth Lord Gideon was. But this…
