'Paying attention?' Devon's brows twitched, but said nothing. 'Very well. If that's what he wants. I'll let him be.'
With that thought in mind, Devon continued on eating. She ignored the fact that Lewis was drilling a hole in her head with his gaze.
When Devon finished eating, Lewis automatically took the tray of empty plates back to the kitchen. As he did, he glanced at Agnes, who was busy cleaning the house.
Meanwhile, Devon flung her legs out of the bed, sitting down on the edge.
'Normally, during this time, my lady-in-waiting will serve me warm water to wash my face. But in here, life is different.' She thought, looking around the room.
To sleep with a man whom wasn't her husband was something unheard of. Yet no one seemed to criticize her. Be it the doctors and nurses in the hospital, or the patients they passed by when she was discharged.
