"Luke, the butler." Only three words echoed in the room before it fell into a complete silence.
"What did he do to you?" When the silence started to crawl under her skin, he stood up abruptly and moved to the other side of the table, where she was sitting.
He held her and pulled her on her feet. His eyes assess every part of her body with his deep soulful eyes.
It was the same gesture as Luke but it felt different, warm. Like a soft woolen blanket had enveloped her bare body.
She closed her eyes and revelled in the moment where she felt solace in her biggest enemy. For she knew it was not going to happen again. One day, she would kill Garrison too.
"He fancy me." she accepted. For some reason, she felt that this would be better than other crimes Luke had done.
Even if Garrison did not want her as his wife, he had accepted that he desired her flesh. Would he accept if someone else wanted to touch her before him?
