Cynthia's POV
"This lovely lady seems to be interested in my collection?" Bertram saw my ogling gaze and reached out to beckon his assistant, "Show Cynthia around."
I was flattered and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but it was a whole room full of fabric and I was eager to see it for myself. I glanced at Arther with hesitation, but I couldn't say the words to request him.
His tone was still intimate: "Go take a look."
I didn't expect him to be so nice, so I stood up quickly and said softly, "Thank you."
Arther frowned, he got up and draped a woolen shawl over my body, and touched my earlobe: "No need to say thank you between us, go."
He stood still and watched me leave, so well disguised that the compassion in his eyes seemed to spill out.
…He was really good at acting.
Bertram's
