The outfit wasn't flashy—its appeal lay in its simplicity and comfort.
Lila then wore a plain down jacket over it.
After changing, she looked at Kieran and said softly, "Thank you, Uncle Kieran."
Kieran lowered his gaze, his expression serious. "Mrs. Morgan, don't you think it's time to call me something else?"
Lila froze. Calling her legal husband "Uncle" did feel awkward.
But after years of addressing him that way, switching to something else wasn't easy.
Kieran took her scarf from the coat rack and carefully wrapped it around her neck. She blinked, her bright, dewy eyes filled with a mix of confusion and vulnerability as if silently protesting.
He covered her eyes with his warm hand. "You're not playing fair," he said, his voice slightly hoarse.
Lila didn't understand what he meant. She gently moved his hand aside and looked at him again.
Kieran had masked the dark flicker in his eyes with a helpless smile. "Lila, can you call me by my name?"
Seeing her ears flush red, the affection in his eyes deepened. But he hadn't pushed her too hard.
Lila nodded hesitantly, and Kieran took her cool hand in his. "Mrs. Morgan, shall we head out now?"
She nodded again, feeling her responses had been unusually slow lately.
It wasn't until they were halfway to their destination that something occurred to her. She asked, "Uncle Kieran, is the Clemence family's young lady the same girl who delivered the invitation the other day?"
Kieran kept his eyes on the road, answering softly, "Yes."
When Lila didn't respond, he glanced over at her. She was looking out the window, lost in thought.
So, his first love was the girl in the white dress that day, the one from the Clemence family.
"What's wrong?" he asked gently.
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