The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1562

Emily had already been interrupted twice and, honestly, she was over it. She slid out of Kenneth's arms and headed to get his meds.

Kenneth, sulking, flopped onto the sofa and shot Knox a text.

[I’m taking three thousand off your pay this month.]

Knox answered right away.

[??? Kenneth, does your conscience not hurt?]

He’d raced out in the middle of the night to grab medicine, sprinting all the way back, never even realizing he’d crashed an intimate moment.

“Poor Knox. Don’t take it out on him,” Emily said, carrying over a glass of warm water and the pill bottle. She caught a glimpse of their chat on Kenneth’s screen and spoke gently, “Take your medicine.”

“Alright.” Kenneth barely moved, his eyes lingering on Emily, a lazy little grin working its way onto his face. “I’m yours anyway. Whatever you say, I’ll do it.”

Emily silently opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Her cheeks were burning. “Take this and then I really have to go.” Her mom was anxious about her not feeling well and would probably keep calling until she checked in.

“Okay.” Kenneth took the water and pills, downing them in one go. When Emily reached for the cup, he caught her hand and, in one smooth move, pulled her onto his lap, locking her in with his arms. “So, how long do people have to date before they can move in together?”

“Um?” Emily leaned back, settling into his arms. She could feel his heart pounding and her own face growing hotter. “I really don’t know.”

Kenneth started twirling a lock of her long hair, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “As soon as my right hand’s healed, I’m bringing my parents over to propose. Sound good?”

Was everything moving this fast? Dating to marriage… maybe a month, tops.

“Would that count as a shotgun wedding?” Emily tipped her head up, face as red as a cherry.

Kenneth paused, his fingers still in her hair. He got all serious for a second. “We’re not skipping a single step. Confess, date, propose, marry. So, no, it’s not.”

Emily couldn’t argue. Whether it was a quick romance or a slow burn, none of that really mattered as long as it felt right.

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