Charlotte Smith lowered her head, feeling the lights dimming before her eyes, the man's voice still lingering in her ears, but the room was already silent.
She knew Robert Stephens was planning to sleep, she knew she should leave at this moment, but the heart beating in her chest was icy cold, as if it would freeze her whole being.
She wanted to ask, how long are you going to torment me?
But she knew, if she uttered that question, it would probably just get her that man's mocking, half-smile response.
Taking a gentle breath, Charlotte Smith turned around, walked to the door, and pressed her sweaty back against the wall.
No matter how much time passed, she couldn't erase the tension she felt facing that man.
...
"Miss Smith." A servant of the Stephens family approached and asked her softly, "Do you have any instructions?"
