Charles nodded, clasping his hands with slightly narrowed eyes, “I’m sure it hasn’t,” Seeing the letter had irritated him slightly though he wasn’t entirely sure why. He wasn’t angry at Emmeline – not at all – she was a victim in this Handsome Whitledge’s games. He was, instead, completely enraged by the few words he was able to read. They read to the Hit Wizard as condescending, accusing, and guilt-inducing. It was manipulative and Miss Woodcroft did not deserve that. Nobody did. Not when it came to matters of the heart, at least.
“How has he made you feel, Emmy?” Charles asked, not bothering to avert his gaze or conceal the slight venom dripping from his teeth. He shouldn’t take his frustration out on her. He shouldn’t. But, alas, he could feel it bubbling inside of him.
This Handsome Whitledge had gotten this girl drunk and used her to his advantage and had the absolute audacity to guilt trip her but from what he’d been able to see, perhaps he was also blaming her for the night.
And that did not sit well with Charles Caulfield one bit.
“How has he made you feel, Emmy?” Charles asked, not bothering to avert his gaze or conceal the slight venom dripping from his teeth. He shouldn’t take his frustration out on her. He shouldn’t. But, alas, he could feel it bubbling inside of him.
This Handsome Whitledge had gotten this girl drunk and used her to his advantage and had the absolute audacity to guilt trip her but from what he’d been able to see, perhaps he was also blaming her for the night.
And that did not sit well with Charles Caulfield one bit.