James Patrick March x reader

Chapter 32: what happened between you two?

He seemed truly happy.
Then there was a knock on the door, and his smile dropped for a second.
He opened the door, revealing Elizabeth.

"You could have told me you were stopping by." He said. He seemed annoyed.

"Are those my clothes?" She asked and starred at me.

"Suddenly, you remember that." He said overly dramatic.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She snarled and finally shifted her stare to him.

"You haven't as much as looked at them for over a decade. I didn't think you'd want them anymore. And they were too expensive to be eaten by moths." He said angrily. This was escalating quickly and not because I wore her clothes.

"Fine. Whatever." Her eyes focused back on me. "You could've told me that you moved. But it's no big deal." She sighed. "We're going out." She said. And that wasn't a question.

"Y/n and I were planning on having dinner together tonight." James threw in with a hiss. This was not going to end well.

The countess starred daggers into him, but he didn't even move a muscle.
"Do you have a problem with that?" He asked with a smug grin, and she looked like she was going to kill him. But I think she knew that was a waste of energy.
Instead, she looked back at me. Her eyes beared, no hatred, but sadness. No. That wasn't it.

Dissapointment. Hurt. Sadness.

But no hatred.