Portia accepted his request and explained to him, telling him the whole truth. She also asked him for the help she wanted from him.
"And what are you going to do with it?" he asked her suspiciously.
"This is not of your job," she told him, somewhat hesitantly, fearing that he would not help her in the end. But that did not happen.
"Very well. I will bring it to you".
"And about the money, don't worry, I will have it."
"Okay, but the money is not the only thing I want."
"What else?" she asked him in wonder.
"I want to spend a few hours together in a bed this time," he told her meaningfully.
Portia thought about it for a moment, and she said okay for that. She would do anything to get what she needed to continue with her plan.
"Very well then, meet me in an hour at the hotel." And he told her which hotel it was.
"Okay. I'll be there but not in one hour. I need more hours. I am not in London."
Two years later The door of my parent's home was waiting for us, wide open. They stood there with a smile up to their ears and their hugs genuine for us. Those hugs were full of infinite love and affection for us. I got lost in their open arms, and the love I felt overwhelmed me for those two beautiful people. "Come on, son, come inside. Why did you stay on the doorstep?" I heard what my mother said to Eric, and I smiled. "Hello, Mrs. Joanne, Mr. James," Eric said, entering the house. My mother reached out and pulled him closer to us. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me mother? You will become our son in a few months. Oh! My children, you made us so happy!" Those two years that passed were the most beautiful of my life. The months passed beautifully and calmly without anyone threatening us with his presence. Our love remained just as strong and steady. So, a few days ago, he proposed to me, and I c