se suite for the new mistress. I've ordered her favorite champagne, and-" "Maxwell." Richard's voice cut through the butler's enthusiasm. "Prepare the blue room instead. And set up the study n

thing gentle and regular. For a moment, he observed her, feeling a sense of warmth enveloping him. Ashlyn mixed and blinked as she looked up at him. "Are you referring to Richard?" Can you tell me the current time? "Quietly," he murmured, perched on the side of the bed. "I have a gift for you." She supported herself with her elbow, her eyes shining with curiosity. "What is that?" He delved into his pocket, extracting an embossed envelope. "The presidency of Sparkle & Shine. Consider it my bride price." Ashlyn's eyes widened, and she took the envelope, her fingers brushing his. "You're serious?" "Completely," Richard said softly, watching her reaction closely. She opened the envelope, scanning the contents before looking up. "This is... incredible." Richard smiled, though there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "You deserve it." Ashlyn sat up fully, her expression turning thoughtful. "I'll prepare a dowry, then." Richard's smile faltered, and he looked away. "A dowry? That's not necessary." "It's tradition," Ashlyn insisted gently, touching his arm. "And it's important to me." He nodded, though his gaze remained distant. "If that's what you want." Ashlyn leaned over, kissing his cheek softly. "Thank you, Richard." --- With the morning sun streaming through the windows, Ashlyn stood by the door, prepared to depart. Richard observed her, feeling a weight in his chest. "Stay safe," he whispered, his voice barely audible. She looked at him and gave a comforting grin. "I am going to be." "I will return shortly." Richard agreed with her leaving, even though he was feeling sad inside. Ashlyn reached her family's mansion, the impressive size of the house providing little comfort for the knot in her stomach. She stepped through the door, immediately met by the sharp voice of Mrs. Knight. "Back already, Ashlyn? Didn't think you'd show your face so soon," Mrs. Knight sneered, her eyes cold. "Where