Chapter 92. Want Me To 

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV

I heard glass breaking in the kitchen and looked up from my phone screen. When I got there, I witnessed Gloria cleaning up the orange juice that had spilled all over the kitchen island. I approached her, shaking my head at the shards of glass scattered across the floor. Gloria glanced at me, then bent down to pick up the shattered glass.

"Let me help," I said, kneeling down. We picked up the glass until not a single shard remained in silence.

"Thank you. I was clumsy," Gloria murmured..

"It's just a glass," I countered as I eyed it, "It feels like ages since we last talked together, doesn't it?"

"Mmhhm."

She didn't walk away, but pulled out a chair and sat there. I took her hand in mine. She looked back at me.

"Look, I really appreciate you coming all the way here with me. You've been there in all my troubles and didn't hesitate to do anything to help me. It was wrong of me to micromanage you, Gloria. You deserve to grow and develop as a great witch because that