An arranged marriage that at first she had wanted no part of. But she had tried her best to be a good and loyal wife. Even though it felt as if she were always fighting against the current of the vicious waves of the ocean. Like she would be swept out to sea if she stopped trying.
However, Gerard had no interest in their marriage or her in general, which he had made obvious by the constant string of women he had brazenly paraded through the halls of their home. ’Twas humiliating. And while her late husband had his many faults, he did not deserve to die at such a young age.
Even with his mistreatment of her and his lack of reciprocation of feelings of adoration, she did love him. And as she went through her time of mourning, her feelings didn’t change. She missed him. It mattered naught that he would not react the same had the situation been reversed and it be she that had perished.
Lord Primrose cleared his throat, drawing her attention from the past and back to him. “Are ye certain ye are well, Miss Watson?” He asked, concern darkening his eyes ever so slightly. “Ye look a wee pale.”
Willamina found herself taken aback by his intuitiveness, amazed that he could read her so well after just making her acquaintance. She nodded, unable to speak.
“I do no’ believe anyone has seen us. I shall remain here for a time while ye rejoin the other guests so as no’ to raise any suspicion. I dinna want to cause ye any scandal by being seen alone with me.”
She bit back a chuckle at his insinuation.
He cocked his head to the side, a blond brow raised in question.
Where she was from, scandal was her middle name.
