Chapter 122: Agatha's Story

NEXT DAY

“Austin,” said Agatha, brushing his hair away from his forehead.

Austin was tired and he groaned roughly, “Yes?”

“May I tell you about my past.”

His eyes still closed, and he shifted his body towards her. “Sure. Go ahead.”

“Do you- Do you want to know?” she questioned his sleeping face.

“Ah-hmm.”

“Do you?”

“Just because my eyes are closed doesn’t mean I am not listening to you, my beautiful wife.”

A small laughter escaped her throat. She then lean against him and said, “When I was little, I set the courtyard on fire because I- I lost control.”

“Lost control?” asked Austin, with one of his eyebrows lifting.

“Yes. The maids were abusing me. Physically and mentally. So, in raged, I- I lost myself and set everything ablaze.”

“Oh, so that’s what happened?” His eyes opened and he looked at her.

She nodded her head at him. “Do you think I was cruel?”

He shook his head and said, “No. Everyone has their limit. You held on long enough.”

Her lips nearly curled but then she stopped. Her