Chapter 42

Scarlett The crisp air from our ride still lingered in my lungs, and my pulse had finally steadied. I can’t deny that Kathleen’s idea for fresh air to clear my mind had indeed work. The gallop through the ridge had cleared the clouded thoughts in my head in a way nothing else could. The wind had stolen away the lingering bitterness from last night, the thoughts regarding about the proposal–the bill, the thoughts about Faye who had messed up with my head–all of it had vanished. Like I had been enlightened. Although the problem’s were still in the progress of solving, I still felt relieved. The load on my chest had been lifted off. I was brushing down my horse when I heard deliberate footsteps—as if the owner of those foot had wanted me to know that he was coming. Lucien’s presence seemed to seemed to fill the stable before I even looked up. “You’re back,” I said while keeping my focus on the horse’s mane. I could feel his gaze over me, lingering longer than they should have. “Why are yo