Chapter 39 Simple, Compromise Her

• Ophelia stopped, and planted her hands on her waist. "By and by, when did you expect to marry my daughter? Oh, I see you have gotten yourself a special license."
• Sebastian's mouth snapped open. How did she know?
• Ophelia saw the question in his eyes and scoffed. "One does not just suddenly become older; there has to be some advantage to it. I tell you, I have more sense than you do with the act that you pulled this evening. I expected that you must have procured a license," Ophelia nodded her head. "I like that, you are a smart man, and you know what you want, but that doesn't include ravishing my daughter in an open place," Ophelia said and smacked Sebastian on the arm again. "You are yet to marry her."