Rufus Swallow glanced at his retreating figure and asked, "Is he still bothering you now?"
"No." Norris took a bite of egg white, sounding calm, "Shall we go look at wedding dresses tomorrow?" The sooner they got engaged, the better.
Fuck his so-called good intentions; she didn't believe a single word he said.
Rufus Swallow let out a questioning "hmm?" "Why the rush?"
"I want to settle the wedding as soon as possible." Even though it was just this week, if Trenton Smith found out that she didn't refuse, it would be hard to avoid some trouble.
Rufus Swallow shot her a look and then smiled, "All right. We'll go back to London tomorrow."
After breakfast, Rufus took her for a stroll in the castle. The murals were all genuine from the Victorian Era, invaluable; Norris felt that even if the Swallow Clan went bankrupt in the future, they could still provide for several generations by selling the murals in the castle.
