Rochester felt a sudden change in demeanour. He had not expected she would dare to ask him such a question. But the fault was all from him. He's the one that had talked too much.
Rochester gave her a one-sided shoulder shrug, and said, "Gwennette is not anyone you should concern yourself about. The point I was trying to make was that all my mother owns once belonged to my father; Late father —"
"Oh."
"— those things should rightly belong to me but then the Almighty Madam Eloise decided to put out some conditions. So, I rebelled. And Voila! I built my empire and have now become the Rochester. D. Blenntmort, the most eligible Bachelor in all the state that not just you but every other woman would kill for a chance to be with. Even for a night."
"You wish!" said Louisa with an ugly sneer on her face. Was he behaving cocky to make her abandon his side? No, thought Louisa, he had always been that way—an unrepentant arrogant prick!
But he was right.
