As they pulled up to the mansion, Brenda felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was glad to be back in the safety of the mansion, away from the prying eyes of the public.

Mr. Heart smiled as he helped her out of the car. "Welcome home," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Brenda smiled back, feeling a flutter in her chest. She couldn't believe how much she had grown to care for Mr. Heart in such a short time.

As they walked into the mansion, Mrs. Heart was waiting for them in the foyer. "Welcome back, dear," she said, smiling at Brenda.

But as Brenda smiled back, she noticed Mrs. Heart's eyes flicker to Mr. Heart, who was standing close behind her. Mrs. Heart's eyes narrowed slightly, and Brenda could sense a hint of surprise and curiosity.

"Mother, we had a lovely lunch with Ayla," Mr. Heart said, trying to distract her.

But Mrs. Heart was not so easily deterred. "I'm glad to hear that," she said, her eyes still fixed on Brenda. "But I think it's time we had a little chat."

Brenda felt a surge of anxiety as Mrs. Heart led her into the living room. What did Mrs. Heart want to talk to her about?

But as they sat down, Mrs. Heart simply smiled and said, "I'm so glad you're getting along with Mr. Heart. You two seem perfect for each other."

Brenda felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she smiled back at Mrs. Heart. She couldn't believe how much Mrs. Heart seemed to approve of their relationship.

As the evening drew to a close, they sat down to dinner in the grand dining room. The table was set with fine china and crystal glasses, and the room was filled with the delicious aroma of roasting meat.

Mr. Heart sat at the head of the table, with Brenda to his right and Mrs. Heart to his left. The conversation was lively and engaging, with Mrs. Heart regaling them with stories of her own courtship with Mr. Heart's father.

As the main course was served, Brenda couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the opulence of the mansion. The food was exquisite, and the company was charming.

But as the evening drew to a close, Brenda began to feel a sense of awkwardness. She knew that she and Mr. Heart were supposed to be a couple, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of uncertainty about their relationship.

As they finished dinner and began to clear the table, Mrs. Heart turned to them with a smile. "I think it's time you two lovebirds got some rest," she said.

Brenda felt a flush rise to her cheeks as Mr. Heart smiled back at his mother. "Yes, Mother," he said.

But as they began to make their way upstairs, Brenda hesitated. "I think I'll just sleep in the guest room tonight," she said.

Mr. Heart raised an eyebrow. "Nonsense," he said. "You'll sleep in my room."

But before they could argue further, Mrs. Heart intervened. "You'll both sleep in Mr. Heart's room," she said firmly. "It's the only way to ensure that you two are comfortable."

Brenda felt a surge of embarrassment as Mr. Heart smiled back at his mother. "Yes, Mother," he said.

As they made their way to Mr. Heart's room, Brenda couldn't help but feel a sense of awkwardness. She knew that she and Mr. Heart were supposed to be a couple, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of uncertainty about their relationship.

As they began to get ready for bed, Brenda hesitated. "I think I'll just take the couch," she said.

Mr. Heart raised an eyebrow. "Nonsense," he said. "You'll take the bed. I'll take the couch."

Brenda felt a surge of gratitude toward Mr. Heart as she climbed into bed. She knew that she had to be careful around him, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of attraction toward him.

As she drifted off to sleep, she could sense Mr. Heart's eyes on her. She knew that he was watching her, and she couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.

As the night wore on, Mr. Heart lay on the couch, his eyes fixed on Brenda's sleeping form. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was, and he found himself wondering if he really had feelings for her.

He thought back to their conversation earlier that day, and the way Brenda had smiled at him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of attraction toward her, and he wondered if maybe, just maybe, he was falling for her.

As he lay there, he couldn't help but feel a sense of uncertainty. He knew that he had to be careful