Romantic Escapades Unable to resist his pleading, Jocelyn gave a slight nod. “All right, then.”

Only then did Yannick return to her room to tidy up.

Jocelyn sat alone on the couch, the faint sounds from the bedroom reaching her ears. She couldn’t help but have Nicholas’ words replaying in her mind.

She was self-aware enough to realize that she could never be some sort of chosen maiden.

Yannick’s kindness toward her at that moment could simply be a fleeting novelty. After all, the women he used to keep company with were vastly different from her.

However, as she grew older, the need to get married and to assure her grandmother grew stronger.

Jocelyn didn’t want to overthink things. She pulled out her laptop and started working.