CHAPTER SEVEN

"Sorry to interrupt sir. But Miss Jane is awake and is requesting to see you," the court-looking servant announced, reading Marcus' mood and keeping some yards away from him.

Marcus stared at the floor in thought. "But it has been barely an hour since she slept."

"It's been an hour and a half sir. Did you sleep off as well?" The servant gave a quick chuckle but when her eyes met Marcus' solid gaze, she coughed nervously, the smile disappearing from her face.

"Alright then. You can leave. I'll go see her now."

When the maid was out of sight, he heaved a sigh and rose his tired frame. The nervousness once more returned but he shook it off and made his way confidently into the house.

"Did you pack my shoes?"

"I sent you to get a lavender-flavoured cream. What is this?"

These were some of the loud rants that made Marcus halt in his steps outside Jane's bedroom door. sensing the aura too heated to go in, he stood outside listening in and stepping outside while maids rushed in and out, brin