~CECILIA’S POV~
As soon as Dorian leaves the room, Olivia hurries inside and then moves toward the cupboard. As she’s hoarding her clothes in her travelling bag, she appears to be sobbing. Although I feel her pain, I know talking to her will only rattle her further.
“Do not try to approach me, or I might hurt you,” yells Olivia in pure resentment.
I wasn’t going to get anywhere near her anyway. Still grateful for her unpleasant warning, I take myself to settle on the couch because of an unforeseen weakness. Since I worked in the fields, I have been getting these incessant throbbing sensations in my lower abdomen. Whenever this happens, I feel a thousand times weaker.
“You’ve certainly made yourself at home,” asserts Olivia, agitated to see me sitting comfortably.
In an attempt to e
