Charles stood rooted to the spot for a long time until the black Bentley disappeared beyond the horizon.
He returned home utterly dejected.
Freya was acting very strangely today. Not only had she refused his escort, but she hadn't even spared him a single word.
He punched the steering wheel, his face contorted with remorse.
'She must be blaming me for being useless, for failing to protect her. If only I were stronger. But what can I do? I've already promised my grandfather to marry Ava. I can't break my vow. The debt I owe to Ava's mother demands a lifetime of repayment. Having pledged myself to Ava, there will be no happy ending in this life for Freya and me.'
He closed his eyes in anguish.
Heading to Scott Manor, he intended to talk with Ava—at least to placate her before figuring
