Chapter 80: The Date(2) [R18—Skippable]
The carriage waited quietly at the edge of the street, its dark frame lit by soft enchantment lamps that flickered like candlelight.
Leon opened the door for her, but neither of them moved immediately.
Seraphine's hand remained on his arm, her fingers gently brushing the fabric of his sleeve. Her gaze met his—steady, unblinking, and filled with something heavier than words.
They both knew.
The night wasn't over.
Without speaking, she stepped inside. He followed.
The door clicked shut behind them.
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The interior was dim and quiet, cushioned in velvet and warmth. As soon as the door clicked shut, it started moving back to the mansion, but Seraphine didn't wait.
She turned toward him, eyes locked, then pushed him gently but firmly back against the side of the carriage wall. Before he could speak, she straddled his lap, her dress sliding effortlessly as her legs folded around him.
