694. Preposterous!
"Where was Louis?" Jael asked darkly.
Mauve felt her throat dry. She turned to look at Jael, panic covering her features as she frantically tried to explain herself. "It was my fault. I said I wanted to stay long—"
"You're not answering my question," he said and lightly touched her face. "And I hate seeing you so scared. I am not scolding you, I was simply asking."
Mauve nodded, tears staining her lashes. The matter was getting more out of hand. Jael's gaze further darkened as he smelt her tears. He opened the door to her room and led her inside. He guided her to the bed and sat down.
"What happened?" he asked when she was comfortably seated. Mauve was trying her very best to hide how she truly felt about the matter, but Jael had heard some of the conversations between Lord Garth and his daughter. He had a vague idea of what had happened.
"I told you, I bumped into Lord Garth. It was my fault. I was distracted with my thoughts."