"Tristan, I'm going to go rest now." Seeing his terrifying expression, she was suddenly afraid of what he was about to say, even though she had no idea what it could be.
"Then let's talk back in your room." Tristan didn't tell her right away, instead turning and leading the way out.
Maggie Monroe watched Tristan's departing figure, her feet frozen to the spot. 'Talk back in my room? No, I don't want to hear it. Whatever he has to say, I just don't want to hear it.'
She squeezed her eyes shut and fell straight backward...
However, the painful impact she expected never came. Instead, she landed in something soft and warm. Thinking it was Tristan, she joyfully snapped her eyes open. But the face that greeted her belonged to an old, ugly woman. She angrily shoved Nanny Archer away. "How many times have I told you? Don't touch me!"
"Miss Monroe, I am terribly sorry. I didn't want to touch you, either," Nanny Archer explained, taking a step back.
