Annie's POV
He taps his chest. This man was crazy to have his servant laying on him. He tapped his chest once more. He wasn't serious? Is it true or not that he was? Assuming anybody strolled in, I would be whipped for a really long time in the event that I was trapped here.
"Annie," He expressed a single word, yet the admonition in it managed as he needed, and I settled against him, and he pulled my head down on his chest, and I could hear the sluggish, consistent mood of his heart underneath my ear. Lord Lorenzo gets my hand, putting it in the focal point of his chest before he opens the book.
"Should I read to you?" He asks once more. I nodded my head, checking the book out.
"Great young lady," he says, folding his arm over me to hold the book open with two hands.
He read impeccabl
