"Gilbert," she said softly. Her voice tinged with disappointment. "Why did you avoid me at city hall yesterday?"
Gilbert's hand gently caressed her face, and he leaned in to kiss her tenderly, his face was hard to read. But, Beatrice could see a little bit of sadness in his eyes, and it made her heart ache with guilt.
"Please rest first, my love," he said, changing the topic of conversation
Beatrice's heart sank after hearing that, and her mind raced with different scenarios. She wondered if she had done something wrong or if he had grown bored of her. The uncertainty made her anxious.
"Why are you avoiding my question?" she protested, her eyebrows furrowed.
Gilbert smiled and placed a finger over her lips, silencing her. "Not now, my love," he said. "Let's discuss that later."
