Chapter 72

Gwen's POV

Mr Miller rushed to get the jug I was holding and helped me sit on the sofa, sitting right next to me.

I sniffled as I tried to wipe away the tears that were running down my cheeks.

“What's wrong?” He asked, his eyes deepening with concern.

How could I tell him that I was crying because of Andrew? I was genuinely tired of telling people about my past. I am sure he will start asking questions now that he has seen the boys.

“It’s nothing sir. My head was just hurting” I bluntly lied.

I knew he was not convinced, but thank God he understood the situation and did not press further.

"I will get you a glass of water," he offered then rushed into the kitchen and returned a moment later carrying a glass of water.

"Here," he said, handing me a glass of water. There was nothing subtle about his expression. One could not predict what was going through his mind.

“Thank you sir”

As soon as I gulp down the glass of water, the dryness in my throat vanished.

"Martha and I were engaged a