Edgar smiled and rubbed her hair dotingly with his free hand. "Then, I'll get in the carriage with you."
Clara looked so happy. With Edgar's help, she got on the carriage and sat elegantly on the seat. Then, she waited patiently for Edgar to get in too. The man ordered his subordinate to bring his horse to his home while he rode the carriage with his future wife.
"Thank you," Clara said to him when the carriage started moving.
"Why thank me?" Edgar raised his brows. "It's my responsibility to make sure that you are comfortable. I am your husband. You can't thank a man for doing his job. It's the bare minimum I could do for you."
"Husband-to-be," Clara corrected him. But she clearly liked the way the word 'husband' rolled in his tongue. She turned to him and looked at him in adoration. Edgar had not shaved today and his chin looked a little scruffy, making him look more manly than usual.
