''I wonder if she knew about that day,'' Dante blinked away the memories and continued to watch his wife secretly.
'Did the maid tell her?'
For some reason, he wanted to know, but when he recalled the maid's disdain, he inwardly laughed at himself for having expectations as the latter would never tell her madam about him.
Seeing that his wife was awake, Dante turned away from the scene as he undoubtedly knew those warm eyes that looked at the unborn child would never look at him the same way.
His wife's current behavior had made one thing clear to him. 'She doesn't love him anymore.' And that realization brought that uncomfortable feeling to his heart again.
In a way, it was funny, as those eyes had followed him for years.
''Your grace,'' Spencer's voice disturbed his thoughts about his wife once he had gotten out of the garden. He stared at the butler coming with an envelope, and his sharp eyes caught onto the golden color.
