CHARLOTTE’s POV.
After leaving Adonis at the garden, I made my way back to my room in anger.
I was not angry at him or father but at myself for allowing him to order me around like this.
I was from England, my family were members of the Ton but here an ordinary man was treating me like a nobody because my father owed him gold?
The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. How could they even do this to me?
My thoughts were interrupted when I came across Cyrus who was standing by the winery and he had a glass of wine in hand with his lips curled into a gentle smile when he saw me.
Once again, I don’t know why one brother is just so nice and the other is a nutcase?
Pushing the thought of Adonis to the back of my head, I made my way towards Cyrus with a smile also on my face.
