Marie's POV
"Is that okay?" He asked again, calling my attention back to him.
My thoughts had strayed to wonder about what he said. I nodded quickly, wondering which servant was in room 10. I didn't even know they had rooms. I had thought they all lived close or worked in shifts. I would stylishly ask Eliza.
"What about the other question? Why? Why are you doing this for me?" I asked.
"This is the question I told you I don't have an answer to cause I don't know myself. I guess I was worried about you."
He sighed, and for the first time, I saw worry in his eyes.
"You know, you're not the only one in this type of situation. But I just have it easier for me cause I'm not being hurt daily," he said.
Marcus always spoke in weird ways. I never understood him. Everything he said was strange and not very clear. What did he mean? I wasn't the only one in my situation.
