Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 292

“Ms. Turner, forgive me for being a busybody here, but you're not getting any younger. Mr. Campbell seems like a good man and treats Char well. When are you guys getting married? That way, Char will finally have a father to take care of her!” Francesca commented while she was doing the dishes. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Wrenna was taken aback by Francesca's remarks. She turned to look at Harold, who was helping Charlotte with her homework.

Her eyes were filled with mixed feelings.

“Mdm. Fawkes, it's... complicated. I don't plan on marrying him. We're okay as it is,” Wrenna said after letting out a sigh.

“Hmm...”

Francesca was let down by Wrenna's reply.

Having been working for Wrenna for a few years, Francesca knew her well. She knew that Wrenna was an opinionated woman, and there was no changing her mind once the latter had made up her mind.

Francesca shook her head and continued with her work.

Harold seldom dropped by. Francesca reckoned that it was best to let the little family have some private time and left right after she was done with her chores.

As before, Harold put Charlotte to sleep at nine o'clock.

However, the little girl was so hyped up that it took Harold an hour to put her to sleep.

“It's already ten o'clock. I should go,” Harold hurriedly said as he recalled what had happened last time.

“Mr. Campbell, w-wait!”

Wrenna, dressed in silk sleepwear after coming out of the shower, called out after Harold with a beet- red look on her face when she noticed that he was about to leave.

Harold stopped in his tracks and asked in a puzzled tone, “Is there anything else?”

“Could you stay for the night?” Wrenna mumbled.

Even though she felt shy, there was not a single hint of hesitation in her eyes.

There was a saying about women's physical urges increasing with age, especially after their thirties.

As a woman in her thirties, Wrenna, too, craved a man's companion, especially a heroic man like Harold.

She'd be lying if she said that she was not interested in him.

“Wrenny, I have a family!” Harold said softly, his back against her.

“I don't care!” Wrenna said in a determined tone as she hugged the man from behind.

As a woman with a child, Wrenna knew she could not ask much from Harold.

“But I can't promise you anything. My heart has already been occupied. I'm sorry. I can't accept anyone else.”

Harold could not help but sigh as he thought about having to go to City Hall for the divorce procedure from Isabella tomorrow.

Even though Wrenna had already decided that she would not seek any proper titles from him, she was still upset to hear Harold say that he would not accept any other woman.

He doesn't understand women at all.

“Could you... tell me more about you and her, then?” Wrenna asked.

Since she had taken the initiative, Wrenna felt embarrassed to let him go just like that.

At the same time, she was curious about what kind of woman would make Harold reject a beautiful woman like herself.

“I guess. We'll talk it over two bottles of liquor. But don't bring strong ones like last time!” Harold said after giving it some thought.

He thought that alcohol would make the ambience better.

“I know. Are you afraid that I will take advantage of you when you're drunk?”