Kneeling for a Second Chance Novel

---- Chapter 385 Martha hadn't recalled much before Nicholas came into the room. But the moment he did, something immediately surfaced in her mind. She stared fixedly at him, making him uncomfortable. "What is it? Get to the point," Nicholas said. "Remember your first love, Megara Tyrell? She was your army forces sweetheart and always wore that red scarf around her neck, You still love her, don't you?" Martha asked. "That was decades ago, Martha. Don't you think it's silly to be bringing her up at this point?" Nicholas glanced at Avery, and Avery swiftly took her leave from the room.

"But Megara was your first love, wasn't she? Didn't she give you her scarf as a token of love too? You still have it don't you? "Looks like you still remember that, even though so many years have passed." Nicholas came over and placed his hands on Martha's shoulders, letting her sit back down at the dressing table. He then took her comb and continued combing her hair for her. Both Nicholas and Martha were very old now, their heads topped with gray hair. Nicholas said, "I haven't seen Meg in decades. She went to live in Isandria after getting married.

So what are you still getting jealous about?" ---- "Men really are good for nothing, no matter the age." Martha stood up. Her sudden movement made the comb scrape harshly against her head, making her wince. Nicholas caressed the tender spot, saying she'd moved too suddenly. Martha then rubbed the same spot on her head and said to him, "Go sleep in your study. I don't want to sleep with you tonight." This was the first Valeria had been to Sebastian's room here at the Grant residence . It was a large suite located on the third floor. Valeria opened the windows and gazed outside.

Martha had told her about the large sycamore that used to be in the garden which Nicholas later ordered to be chopped down, due to Sebastian's actions. Sebastian came out of the bathroom. He'd just had a shower and was now wearing a black bathrobe that clung to his wet skin, highlighting his muscular body. Sebastian swept his still-wet hair backward, moisture running down his cheeks.

He went over to Valeria's side and followed her gaze before saying in an amused tone, "What did you and Martha talk about earlier?" "Martha said there used to be a sycamore tree here, and that you often climbed up it. She said you were a very disobedient boy-a rascal, even," Valeria answered. ---- Sebastian smiled silently and wrapped his arm around her waist before turning her around. Their eyes met, and Sebastian leaned in close to her before asking slowly, "A rascal, hm?" "'No funny business tonight," Valeria said softly, trying to reason with him.

But she couldn't stop Sebastian's hands from wandering. He gently laid a hand on the robe sash at Valeria's waist, the scent of soap still on his skin. Sebastian gently tugged at the sash. It immediately fell away, loosening Valeria's almond-colored robe. Her skin contrasted brightly against its mute colors. She quickly clasped the robe tightly around herself, shooting Sebastian a glare. She was trying to discuss a serious matter with him. "Twas playing chess with Mr. Gra-Alexander, under the gazebo, when someone purposely took a photo of us from a suggestive angle.

They sent the photo to Wendy, intending to accuse me of seducing Mr. Grant..." Valeria said. Sebastian's brows furrowed. "Did Wendy lash out at you?" "I think her mental health's getting worse." Valeria wasn't sure how to describe it exactly. Valeria had often paid attention to Wendy's social media and her works before she found out that Wendy was her birth mother. Wendy was an exceptional fashion designer and single -handedly founded ZeroMuses. ---- "Wendy believes that I'm the reason she can no longer get pregnant, thereby unable to have a child with Alexander.

She despises me for that," Valeria said. "I saw that photo you mentioned too. Someone anonymously emailed it to me earlier today at 5:40 pm." "Were you able to uncover the culprit's identity?" Valeria actually had an idea of who it might be. She just didn't have the evidence to prove it. Sebastian's gaze sharpened when he answered her. "Gabriella Grant."