Chapter 867 A Paramour

Emelie had never dyed her hair. However, under the right lighting, it revealed a rich tea-brown tint. She had always assumed it was just her natural color. However, with the revelation that her maternal grandmother was the legendary Amelia Denning, it made sense. Her 1/4 Faldorian heritage likely accounted for the distinctive hue. William gently dried her hair, noting its remarkable soft, voluminous, and barely shedding quality. It felt luxurious under his fingers. As he maintained his hand on the back of her neck, he leaned in, pressing a light kiss to the corner of her lips. Suddenly, he asked, "Did it feel good?" The question surprised her, and for a brief moment, she felt a flush of embarrassment. She pushed him away, not quite ready to admit that his unexpected question had caught her off guard. "Mr. Middleton, you're 31, not 21. Asking questions like that seems a bit juvenile, don't you think?" she said. William looked momentarily taken aback by her sharp remark. Then, a