Gerald sat in the carriage that Bertha had taken with her before it began driving at a fast speed. The evening sky had begun to turn dark. They needed to find Theodora before the dark. Bertha only hoped that Lord Ralph or Zerith wouldn't find out about Theodora's absence.
Gerald had a fair idea of where she could be if she was not at any of their usual places. And that very thought made him clench his fists in anger.
If only Theodora was a man, he wouldn't have hesitated to break her nose for her stubbornness. That woman would one day be the death of him!
Bertha sat across Gerald, rubbing her right thumb on her left palm in worry. Her eyes were constantly moistened. Gerald caught her nervous state, and for a moment, his anger vanished. He slowly took her hand in his.
Bertha was surprised at his bold action at first, but when she looked into his eyes, she couldn't bring herself to pull away. She let him calm her, soothe her with only his touch.
