Chapter 115

Helena watched John get dressed as she pulled the rags left of her dress after he had torn it apart. They had spent almost an hour wrapped in each other’s arms, him holding her like she was a child. Helena felt a pang of regret as John fastened his pants; deep down, all she wanted was to surrender to her husband... But Lance's voice wouldn't leave her mind.

Damn Lance.

She stood up.

“John, did you kill Lance?” she asked.

John turned to her, surprised.

“Did you kill him, John?”

“I can do that in the morning.”

She nodded, feeling relieved.

“I’ll get you some clothes. Wait here.”

“No. Ask a servant, stay here with me,” she requested, and John did exactly as she asked.

They both sat back down on the messy sofa, facing each other. John pulled Helena's legs onto his lap and began to gently caress her feet, sometimes moving up to her thighs, his onyx gaze steady on her.

“John, I need to ask you some ques