Evans pov contd.
"I have injured my hands." my eyes instinctively went on her hands. She had a deep cut in the palm that was still dripping blood. Had the duchess got the same wound? She had bandages in her hands at the same place too.
Would she be in this much pain too? I did not know why that thought came to my mind. Even I was shocked at my carriage of thoughts.
I think I was taking the act of being a caring person so much that it entered my mind unconsciously. If that was the case, wouldn't taking medicated tea for her would be a good way to show concern too!
"Hey, what are you daydreaming about? Is that how you are going to work here?" The harsh words brought me back to reality and I looked at the man who was looking at me as if I had taken all his properly.
He fumed when I looked at him. I wonder if he was biased because I was a slave?!
