Her faint scent reached him, of coal soap and mint shampoo, and her beautiful lips were as attractive as rose petals. Dylan narrowed his eyes, "Have you realized your mistake?"
"I have." She said, bowing her head.
"You won't see other men behind my back?"
It sounded like she was an adulterer. She took a deep breath and whispered, "I dare not."
A satisfied smile touched his beautifully sculptured lips, "Go downstairs, dinner is ready."
With that, he walked towards the door.
She was stunned for a moment. Did he mean to let her go? She breathed a sigh of relief.
Savannah went back to her room and got changed into a dress before she went downstairs. There was a table full of steaming hot pieces of bread and cakes with jars of butters, creams, and jams with knives levied into them.
At the kitchen table, Dylan was working through his emails on his tablet. He heard her noisy stomach, looked up, and glanced at her.
