Tabitha’s POV

My heart pounds as he looks at me. His eyes hold something gentle, a far cry from the usual icy gaze he has. He leans down and kisses my forehead.

“I will ask the maids to prepare something light when you wake up.”

He looks at me one last time before turning to leave.

So, I grab his arm, stopping him.

“Are you really going to marry Melanie?” The words tumble out before I can stop them.

He looks startled.

“What would you rather have me do?”

My gaze drops to the hands resting on my chest. I don’t know what answer I’m expecting from him, but this...