Michael sat down, deciding to wait since Camille was eyeing his every move.
He didn't understand her.
'Why is she protecting him?' Michael wondered.
He was merely a servant of the Hawthorne family, but fury burned within him at what Hayden had done. Most of the servants of the Hawthorne estate would feel the same since the Hawthornes had always been good to them so long as loyalty was kept.
Michael stared at Hayden, who lay awake, facing him with pleading eyes, as though silently begging for help to escape Camille's grasp.
"Ignore his gaze. My husband has been acting out of order as of late and deserves his punishment. I am merely at his side because I am his wife. Don't pity him," Camille said, approaching the bed to hold Hayden's hand.
Camille smiled, knowing very well Hayden hated her touch now. He tried to move his hand away, but her grip was firm to keep his hand in place.
