"A person's status may give them many privileges but an apology should always come from the heart."
"Where have you leanred that wisdom from?"
Gerald smiled. "It comes with the experiences, Theodora!"
"Lady Theodora!" She corrected him.
"So that is why you desperately longed for my apology?"
"I don't give respect on the basis of name or family background Theodora. One should earn it!"
"Doesn't sound too good coming from a theif." She retorted.
Gerald didn't feel offended. He only shrugged his shoulders. "Well, everyone has their perspective. Now come here."
"I don't want to."
"Pchh... come here Theodora."
His voice sent ripples on her body, and as if hypnotised by it, she did what she was told.
They stood face to face with only a foot of distance between them. Theodora couldn't take her eyes away from his. She had never been so close and comfortable with any male except her father and Zerith.
