Ah.
Maybe Liam could tie a woman's hair so well because Liam had done this for his late wife too, and he did it every night.
Harriet felt ashamed and disappointed in herself at the thought of all that.
How could she feel uncomfortable and jealous of a woman who had long passed away? How could she have such feelings for the woman Liam loved?
Liam chuckled at Harriet's question. Since the man wasn't facing Harriet, he didn't notice the change in his wife's expression.
"That's because I watch my father do it every day," Liam replied as he hugged Harriet tightly from behind. "What do you think? Am I talented enough?" Liam asked.
Harriet laughed as she grabbed a hand mirror from the drawer and got a better look at Liam's handiwork. Her eyes sparkled with admiration.
"Mm, Milord, you rea
