Chapter 62

Mildred POV

I had to make a choice.

The words echoed in my head over and over again, stealing away my sleep and any peace I had. The morning that followed after that one I decided to go down to the garden and get some fresh air.

Arnold was so elated, I didn't know that he was that worried about me becoming a recluse.

He told me that I could summon any of the servants whenever I needed anything and if it was something that none of them could provide, they could call out to him, and he would immediately come to my side.

I slowly brought my fingers up to cup his cheeks, well they were too small compared to his chiseled face to achieve that effect he gently leaned onto my fingers and then he let out a soft sigh.

For a moment his mask fell, and I saw how tired and drained he looked, a prick of guilt pierced through my heart. I had only been thinking about myself in this whole situation but how many times have I actually sat down to comfort him as well?

If I couldn't do that at least well e