Roger Dickens' sudden request came so unexpectedly that I lost the ability to speak for a moment.
His words, calm and spoken with such a serious expression on his face, as if he were discussing something completely normal, echoed in my mind, causing sincere bewilderment.
After all, how could such an important and symbolic gesture be made by some woman he barely knew? It was just nonsense.
In other words, it seemed to me that Roger had clearly overheated in the carriage on the way here. Otherwise, I simply couldn't understand how something like that could have even crossed his mind!
"Ahem, Sir Roger," despite the fact that I was clearly flustered at that moment, I tried to respond as neutrally as possible, "I think you've clearly made this request to the wrong person..."
