Chapter Seventy

The date moved faster than Alston expected, and soon they were driving back home with Zachariah seated at the front and both Alston and Arya at the back. It was starting to hit the curfew time that Mrs Jenkins had said to him for Arya to get home and he didn’t want to disobey her rules.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Alston muttered as he worked his hand on hers.

“Yeah. It was fun. And very nice.” Arya replied, scratching her head on his chest.

“That’s good. We should go on another one another time. This time, I’ll get you an artist to prepare your needs and all.” Alston said.

Arya had complained that it took her time to finish all of it on her own, leading her to bring the suggestion of and artist up, which Alston has also agreed on without questioning her.

“Thank you. You’re the best.” She added.

His hand patted her back slowly, moving up and down while Zachariah kept on hearing all of their conversations with disgust on his face. First, he couldn’t believe Alston had turned into this an