Lucinda clarified, âI donât have a lover.
I married that manservant.
â
âMarried?â
Lucinda nodded.
âYes, he is my husband now.
â
Sally was utterly shocked.
Her eyes widened in realization.
Oh God! The manservant she had clashed with in Forden was Nathan!
Sally found herself trembling with fear.
Her complexion turned ashen and she was too scared to take a single bite.
The reason for her apprehension was that Nathan had prepared the dinner.
With a shaky voice, she asked, âLucinda, I⦠Have I upset him again?
Is he going to kill me tonight?â
Lucinda couldnât contain her amusement and reassured her, âDonât worry.
Heâs a forgiving soul.
He wonât make a scene or trouble you.
â
Only then did Sallyâs anxiety start to ebb.
âDo you still want my âmanservantâ?â Lucinda teased.
Sally vehemently shook her head.
âNo! No! Heâs all yours.
How could I even consider it? Heâd never let me live it down.
â
Lucinda suppressed her laughter and said, âKeep eating.
Get some rest.
Iâll arrange for Abel to take you out for some fun tomorrow.
â
âAlright.
â
After dinner, Lucinda headed to the nursery on the fourth floor, carrying some freshly washed fruit.
Nathan sat on a small stool, his tall frame slightly bent.
He had one hand resting on Destineeâs crib while playfully shaking her rattle with the other.
Setting the fruit on the table, Lucinda approached the two giggling babies.
Their cherubic faces, long curly lashes, and bright eyes melted her heart.
Destinee, who had been delicately sucking her tiny fingers, broke into a beaming smile upon spotting Lucinda.
Lucinda also smiled.
Her heart was so full.
She was now a mother to two precious little ones.
Nathan, still engrossed in waving the rattle, didnât turn around.
He appeared as if he were in a sullen mood.