Ella was so bewitched by him that she forgot to argue back, simply staring at him, dumbfounded.
Collins Aiden, focused on driving, still looked as noble as a prince.
A simple shirt and trousers were worn with an unrivaled elegance by him, his perfect profile carved as if by sculptors, the glimmer of light casting a golden hue on his face, noble and sanctified.
Why would someone as wonderful as he fall for someone as ordinary as her, who seemed just like Cinderella?
Ella rested her head on one hand as if she couldn't understand it, or perhaps as if she couldn't get enough of looking at him—she tilted her head and simply gazed at him intently.
Neither of them spoke; they just sat quietly. In the carriage, a sweet tenderness gradually diffused...
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It wasn't until the car had arrived in Linsborough that Ella came back to her senses and began to feel nervous.
Even when giving Collins directions, she nearly misspoke several times.
