Chapter 11: A Gift For Him
"You want to help!" he laughed, he laughed hard making her flinch. "Leave Miss Witherland. I have shown enough kindness for a day."
Olivia was reluctant. But she knew she could not force him. Sighing, she placed the ointment on the table and left the room nodding.
Returning to her room, she opened the small wooden box hiding behind her clothes. It was a small box but it was stored like a hidden treasure. Oliiva took a key from the corner and opened it.
There was a small ring, a pearl chain, a few gold and many silver coins inside. She took out all the coins and counted. A look of disappointment flashing in her eyes but she sighed and held them tightly.
"I know that you would reject me, my lord. But I can only take small steps until I earn your trust." The sky had already been red when she had returned to her room. The long night had passed. She took a quick bath and changed her clothes.
When she reached the entrance of the main hall, many maids stared at her questioningly.
"I am going to the market." She informed the butler, "I need a carriage." The man raised a brow but did not comment on it.
"Of course, you can always take the blue one, my lady. I will inform the coachmen." gratified, Olivia left the palace. The butler stared at the leaving carriage with cold eyes. "Go and inform her grace about it."
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