Chapter 125
The time had struck 9 bells and the eerie silence in their bedroom made their maid uncomfortable to notify them that she was leaving for church. She normally knocked off at lunch on a Saturday but she had no plans with her boyfriend who had visited his hometown hundreds of kilometers from Greylands. The bullets of paranoia had not missed the chest as Delia went public in bed. She was neither given to masochism nor blind tolerance to withstand the default wrath annexed to her innuendos but she had no choice but to stomach it all in the name of a beggar has no choice. He then regretted her boisterous indulgence to declare before his boyfriend that he was not ready to move in with him in the short term despite him begging pitifully. Upon taking a glance at her archaic dressing table, Delia could just shake her head in utter disbelief. Was it late to make a U-turn if push continues coming to shove?
