Chapter 645
Elysia’s palms were sweaty, her heart lodged in her throat as if it might leap out at any moment. Her lips moved without sound for an agonizing moment, and she found herself growing frustrated—frustrated with herself! She was always so bold in private, but when push came to shove, she’d fall apart. Just seeing him made her weak in the knees!
Remembering those sleepless nights, tossing and turning in frustration, Elysia gritted her teeth, lifted her chin, and stared him down, demanding, “Do you like me or not p>
Tarquin was taken aback, clearly not expecting such a direct question. Looking at her furrowed brow, he couldn’t tell if she was trying to save face or genuinely upset and questioning him. His heart was all over the place, hesitant to respond too quickly.
He’d noticed a change in Elysia’s behavior towards him lately, as clear as day. She seemed to blush more around him, becoming more obedient, more trusting. When he said Keith was no good, she believed him without question. Even if she resisted kisses, her anger afterwards seemed more flustered than truly mad. This wasn’t like her at all. He wasn’t sure when the shift began, but there was no doubt in his mind that she had feelings for him.
But how deep those feelings ran, he couldn’t be sure. So, he hesitated, too afraid to make his feelings known. Falling too deep made him cautious, afraid to speak his heart. But now she’d asked, and he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t like her!
After a moment’s hesitation, Tarquin began, “I p>
His confession was cut short as Blossom suddenly appeared. Blossom instantly recognized his car and, curious, started heading their way. The fragile moment between them shattered. Elysia, already a bundle of nerves for having spoken up, felt even more unsettled by his silence.
Seeing Blossom approach, she said nothing more, flung open the car door, and practically ran to Blossom’s side, saying, “Blossom p>
Blossom remarked, “I thought you might be in the car. I couldn’t find you at home just now; thought you might have gone out to throw out the trash. Why didn’t Tarquin come up looking for you? What were you two chatting about down here p>
Tarquin couldn’t catch Elysia’s explanation, only hearing something about a last-minute school meeting. Then they parted ways, Elysia heading into the building, Blossom walking towards the south gate of the community. Elysia left in such a hurry, not once looking back at him, as if she was running away.
Tarquin swallowed hard, not following after her. He adjusted his tie and lit a cigarette. He didn’t pursue her, unsure of Elysia’s true feelings. What if her affection for him hadn’t fully developed? Would confessing now scare her off?
And if he were to confess, it couldn’t be rushed… This was Elysia, the woman Tarquin cared for. He couldn’t afford to be hasty. He wanted to leave no room for regrets. A grand gesture was necessary!
Keaton always said, every woman longed to be loved, cherished through romance and grand gestures. Love was an intangible thing, but romantic gestures were a perfect way to express it. He might not have been experienced in love or romance, but he was willing to learn. Once he was sure of her feelings, he’d prepare meticulously, ensuring a memorable and meaningful confession.