Gwen's POV
I looked around as the other maids looked at me like I was the bad person in this picture but I couldn't let them see me as a pushover. Even though she wasn't fully the one who had done this incident now, I still wanted to punish her for the first incident which would create an avenue for others to know I wasn't the kind of lady they could mess with.
I was as the tension in the room grew and became thick as Blake confronted the young lady. I watched in admiration as his eyes were stern and his voice reflected a type of authority that left no room for argument, disobedience, or even defiance.
“I need you to open your mouth and talk! What Lady Gwen over here is saying, is it true?” He asked her, piercing her damned soul with his gaze.
Her fear was so obvious as she tremble
