The corner of his lips tugged up in a smirk but he did not explain himself further.
She glanced at the mysterious smile on his face while he gazed at her unblinkingly. She tucked the loose strands of her hair behind her ear before averting her gaze, "What did you do to her?" She asked, looking at the fireplace.
"She is still kept here in Visteria," He glanced at her face which had recovered from its earlier pallor. Satisfied, he placed the wine glass on the table, "But just to let you know…she is innocent.''
''She is not,'' Esme glanced at him.
"She is."
"Do you think I am lying?" She stood up from the chair, "Or am I sick? I mean it when I say that it is her.''
''I did not imply that. Listen to me-''
"It's getting late, My Lord. It's inappropriate for me to be here. I shall leave now," She interrupted him before she could lose control over her emotions, "I appreciate the kindness you've shown to me all this while,'' She said, pointing her chin at the food.
