Chapter 10
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The large object in front of her put a halt to her thoughts as she took a deep breath, bracing herself for another meeting with the young master Philip. The first encounter with him was not pleasant, and to be honest. She expected nothing more from the son of her worst enemy. But something about him felt familiar like they had met earlier.
She folded her small, rough hands and gave two sharp taps on the wooden door. A male voice boomed in response, giving her permission to proceed. Opening the door, she made her way into the room, towels securely fastened in one hand, without bothering to look or acknowledge the young man in the room who she noticed from the side of her eyes had only his pants on, his sculpted chest with a sparse amount of hair on display.
Silence was their only bold companion in this massive space enclosing these two, broken the sound from the shuffling of her feet as she made her way towards the bath basin, setting things in order. Philip took his time to study the girl in front of him shamelessly. When he saved her at the market, she was more scattered and bruised, had he had not appreciated the beauty she possed but mow, as the rays of the sun hit the side of her face bouncing off her hair and cheeks, he had to give credit. Squinting his eyes, he noticed how old her clothes were; the material would probably give his sister skin breakouts for days. The officer who he had asked to take her back safely after the incident at the market only told him she was safe. He did not give any further information on her living conditions.
Curse fate, she gave a sharp sigh as he looked away, missing the questioning gaze on Martha's face as she sensed his discomfort. This girl, Mary was his step-sister, the very reason his parents forever hate each other until his father's death. He was never allowed to associate with her, and when she was brought to the mansion he has already set out to his travels.
Perharps, he felt this pull to her because they are related, funny how life works. The twinge in his groin said otherwise.
"I do not think I have properly introduced myself to you, I am Philip. Please do feel free to address me by my first name only. Besides, we are family."
Martha let her dead eyes roam his body as she smirked within. He was worse than the rest, at least they did not try to hide their hate and spitefulness, but he was a skilled wolf in sheep clothing. She nodded and turned to leave the room. Her wor here was done. Philip frowed, why was she so cold towards him? They had not had many interactions for him to have already left a bitter taste in her mouth.
"Why would you not respond? I assume you are not hard of hearing or speaking?"
She shrugged in response, keeping her same static and expressionless look. Martha had no interest in knowing who he was, she was only interested in revenge.
"Look, I do not know what you were told about me or why you feel uneasy, but if I have offended you please do pardon me, I hope the incident with my horses is not the foundation for all the misunderstanding?"
Martha shook her head slightly from side to side, indicating that she had no issues with him. He had not been told that she could not speak ever since she had the attack that let her emotionally and physically scarred.
"Then why won't you speak to me?"
Martha stood for a minute, deciding not to waste her breath. As the seconds passed, she let him bask in the embarrassing mood the saturated the room before slowly making her way out.
