Vincent froze after hearing Eliza's response.
"Sure, my dear!"
"Sure, my dear!"
"My dear!"
"My dear!"
"My dear!"
"Dear!"
"..." 'Eight more months, eight more months... Damn!'
The wild beast inside him, he doesn't want to wait any longer, but he must, he must restrain that beast. 'For the sake of my future happiness, I must endure it.'
If Eliza knew his thoughts she would only laugh out loud, and tell him, 'You've waited twenty years, what's eight months?'
But she wouldn't tell anyone, those deeper thoughts, 'I must keep those hidden'.
Eliza knew that by being cute, she was testing Vincent, to see what his stamina was, what his line was, 'I know I'm wrong in testing him, but...' biting her lower lip, she didn't want to think about it anymore. 'I'm enduring too! So, he has to do it too!'
