Sweet Caress

As we left the room, the house tour completely forgotten, Theresa took my hand again, her grip tight. We walked back to the sitting room in silence, the only sound being the soft creaking of the wooden floorboards beneath our feet.

As we entered the dining area, the conversation stopped, and all eyes turned to us. Alexander's gaze narrowed slightly, his eyes flicking to Theresa's hand in mine before returning to my face. Mr. Sebastian's expression was curious, while Samantha's eyes seemed to hold a knowing glint.

Theresa led me to the chair and sat down beside me, her hand still clasped around mine. "I'm sorry about that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to get emotional."

I squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay," I said. "I'm here for you."

The room fell into an awkward silence, with everyone looking at us, unsure what to say or do next. Alexander finally broke the silence, clearing his throat. "Well, since dinner is over, shall we take our leave?"