Nathan felt unjustly accused.
âThereâre no more secrets, I assure youâ¦â
Lucinda was determined to pursue the matter.
âThen, will you explain what happened between you and Eleanor?â
Nathan was clearly distressed.
Could he reveal the truth?
He feared that revealing it might lead to a confrontation back at the hotel.
Nathan remained quiet, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before he replied, âWhen I agreed to the engagement with her, Logan was already dead, eliminating the risk I was worried about.
â
Lucinda nodded slowly.
âYou believed the Roberts family was safe, so marrying her posed no danger.
You did have feelings for her back then, didnât you? You were so firm in our divorce, and you quickly got engaged to her.
â
Her tone was even and her demeanor composed, but a chilly aura enveloped her.
Nathan found himself at a loss for words.
It seemed that she wouldnât just let this matter slide.
And he knew he was in the wrong.
âI didnât have feelings for her; Iâve always cared for you.
I just wasnât clear about my own emotions then.
The reason I got engaged to her was that she came to the villa one stormy night, mentioning again how she had saved my life.
After considering everything, I consented.
Honeyâ¦â
His voice was gentle as he held and tenderly caressed Lucindaâs hand.
His tone carried a subtle plea for understanding.
Lucinda withdrew her hand, took a few steps forward, and carefully placed the two bouquets of white flowers in front of Nathanielâs tombstone before abruptly stating, âThese are matters from your past.
They donât involve me.
â
Nathan stepped closer, studying her side profile, and asked softly, âAre you upset?â
âNo.
â
âYou are.
I can see it in your face.
â
Lucinda didnât answer but instead bowed deeply three times toward Nathanielâs tombstone, paying no attention to the man next to her whose mood was turning grim.
âI was mistaken.
I know Eleanor hurt my wife repeatedly in the past, and though she had met her end and paid for her actions, I did protect her back then.
Darling, if youâre angry, feel free to direct all your anger at me.
â
He took Lucindaâs hand and pressed it against his cheek, his face set as if he was prepared to accept any retribution she deemed fit.
Lucinda looked at him and put on a stern face, saying, âYes, I am quite angry indeed.
â
âThen darling, punish me.
I am yours to command for life.
â
Lucinda barely held back a chuckle and playfully responded, âThen, as punishment, fifty lashes with a belt, do you accept?â
Nathan paused for a moment.