Abigail pov
I went straight to the washroom and entered the cold water pool to get so relief. My whole body has turned hot due to the conversation I had with William and the kiss. The flashback of the kiss passed through my eyes.
It was getting dangerous to be around him now that we have a physical connection. Though the kiss did not really an anything in modern tis, in that era, it could be a promise to stay together. But then I should have known and controlled better. But as if there was so force that was pulling toward him. I could not control myself when it cos to touching him or kissing him from the past few days.
Was it his charm? The way he attracts other won, is he attracting too?! But then he did nothing special for that, even the kiss he tried, it was sloppy and novice. Even then I wished to kiss him further.
"No, it was all because of his offer that I started to notice him. His words were playing with my mind." I shook my head at the thought of being with him.
After taking a cold bath and relaxing all my nerves I went back and laid on the bed.
"My lady, it is still ti for dinner. Do you need snacks or tea?" I was pleased to see Beth after a whole week. Her smile finally made feel that I was at ho.
Father and Nickolas still did not return, if the conversation Bella heard was right, it ant that there was a chance of war. But I did not rember any way for the next three years and after that I died, so there was no way I knew what happened.
"I will have tea, thank you." She bowed her head as she left while I stood up and walked towards the table.
Taking a paper, I wrote a letter to lady Amayra. Then I wrote another letter to all the gossip mongers of the empire. I invited all of them for the inauguration of the boutique.
After settling all the matters, I looked at the list of works I need to tend to. It was going to be a long weekend.
"My lady, your tea." I looked at Beth who was standing there with a bright smile on her face.
"Beth,"
"Yes, my lady"
"How is the work of the boutique going on?" she felt flustered at my question but there was a proud smile on her face too.
"As an old lady, i did not know much about their work, but Stefan told that they were doing great and if the work continued like that you will be proud.'' I nodded with a smile.
"Beth, does Oliver live with you too?" she shook her head and then sighed.
"His mother was my sister. But then she married a noble man and left the village where we lived. Her story was like fairy tales. Always an example that love can be anywhere and with everyone.
Oliver was also a noble by birth. Though I never t his father, my sister praised him a lot in the letters. But whenever I ask her to bring her husband back ho, she makes excuses and rejects the offer.
Later we turned distant and even the frequency of letters declined. Then one day the last letter was brought by a young boy and I didn't understand why he was there alone and crying.
He later told that his parents died in the accident. The whole carriage fell from the cliff and even their bodies were not found. I took him in and took care of him.
He stayed silent all the ti. He only talked when a question was asked from him. I thought with ti he would be fine. But after a few days when he looked a bit better, he told that he was leaving for his house. I denied, but he did not listen and since then he was living where his mother used to live before marriage. The house is small but it was good enough for a single family. So, he settled there. I often go to help him at work, but the house is always clean and the food is always ready no matter what ti I go.
He is a responsible kid, but he still talks very less and does not share his problems with .
When i ca to know that he was working for a blacksmith, i could not bear to see the harsh conditions he was working in especially when his looks are aura were like nobles.
At the sa ti you needed manpower so I offered him. Though he looks too cold, he is a crying person from inside. It's just he had lived most of his life alone and the world was not soft for a person like him.
But why are you asking? Did he do sothing wrong/"
I shook my head when I realised she was looking at with sweaty hands and her face was getting covered in sweat looking at my silent face.
"So you still did not know who his father is?" she shook her head, making surprised.
"Alright, I would like to take a path and change my dress. I have to go to town."
"Yes, my lady." Though she was still looking a bit confused, at least she didn't ask further.
"Have you ever thought that the boy is lying to you and he is not the son of your sister? Or your sister, where did she live after the marriage?" this ti she frowned as if she finally realized that i was not asking out of curiosity but i have my doubts.
"Did sothing happen, my lady? Has Oliver disrespected you? I apologize for whatever he had done. I will go and ask him to apologize to you too." she bowed her head trembling and i shook my head.
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