Chapter 112: Choosing What’s More Important
“I look like a fool with my dress right now,” Bryan chuckled lightly as we entered the manor while he carried Hugo in his arms.
I shook my head. “You look brave and handsome. Like a prince charming or a king,” I answered thoughtfully.
“Really?” he asked. I nodded my head. “Yeah, sure,”
“And you are my damsel in distress, Elliot.” Bryan and I chuckled.
I kept my eyes busy, watching the paintings hanging on the wall. They are exquisite and undoubtedly original made from their origin. The carpeted floor gives me red-carpet vibes as we walked into.
“We shall eat breakfast before I introduce you to your rooms,” Bryan said. I turned my eyes to him and met his gaze. I was about to spoke, but Hugo’s stomach churned up, and he said. “I’m the
