“What a moderate choice. May I ask what impacted your decision?”
Eerika was sitting with her chin resting on her folded hands. Her expression was one of profound interest.
“Yes. I’ve decided to choose lordship over your hand in marriage, simply because I don’t feel worthy of a woman such as yourself,” came Ash’s well-rehearsed reply.
The two of them were sitting across from each other in the Countess’s conference room—a large, oval-shaped room made completely of white marble. However, despite its size and shape, there was no echo....