Baron Percival paced back and forth in his chamber, biting his nails in frustration. His thoughts were a mess, a whirlwind of anger and disbelief. His temper had been at an all-time high ever since what happened between him and Lily. The mere thought of it made his blood boil. His outbursts had become so violent that even the servants refused to enter his room to clean. He had lashed out at too many of them, and now, even his presence sent them scurrying away.
But what truly rattled him was Cassandra.
"That woman... what is she thinking?" he muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth.
He still couldn't believe she had the guts to take Lily back and make her work in the mansion again, as if nothing had happened. She knew very well that he had been sleeping with Lily behind her back. So why? Was she mocking him? Was this some kind of twisted revenge?
