The fire of desire in his heart was about to consume him.
Just as Bjorn Dixon's hand was about to move deeper.
Elsie Eames stopped him.
"County Mayor Dixon, I've come today for a promise. A promise that the leader once gave me. How can I trust you?"
Elsie Eames' words made Bjorn Dixon uneasy.
Indeed, empty words seemed too vague.
He asked, "Elsie, what do you want? I'll buy it for you."
Elsie Eames thought for a moment and said, "I don't lack money, what I lack is love. If County Mayor Dixon really cares for me, then invite me to dinner tomorrow night. It could be a kind of ceremony, and after the dinner, I'll give myself to you without reservation. But today, I'm just not in the mood."
Her words had gone this far.
If Bjorn Dixon still appeared eager, it would seem inappropriate.
As the saying goes, haste makes waste.
Good things come to those who wait.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, Elsie, I'll come for you tomorrow."
"Mm, I'll be waiting."
