We Don't Sleep Together

William didn't respond to Lawrence's words, but turned to Valentina, respecting her wishes. Of course, it was all a charade for Lawrence's benefit. Valentina said, "We should stay in different rooms, he's quite traditional." Leonard sneakily pinched his own thigh, the pain altering his expression as he barely held back a laugh. Was Mr. Felton traditional? If it were any other woman, he'd believe it. But facing Miss Ricardo, he'd die rather than believe that an ardently pursuing Mr. Felton could ever be traditional. He must have been forced to be traditional, right? William coughed lightly with one hand clenched in a fist against his lips. In front of the man who had his eyes on the girl he loved, he didn't think his respect and chivalry towards Valentina was a virtue. He only felt embarrassed and a little shamefaced, especially since he wasn't really traditional. If he had known her reply, he would rather have answered it. Lawrence couldn't help but chuckle, looking at William meaningf