CHAPTER 40

Charlotte's POV

I dragged myself out of Asher's room before he woke up. I was disappointed at myself for losing my self control. What had I done?

I dressed hurriedly with shaky hands, not caring how I looked at the moment; when I turned to the bed and saw a tiny blood stain on the bed.

I rushed downstairs and out of his room. I bumped into Clarice, the maid I had slapped earlier. She looked at me with a look of disgust and looked behind me. I saw an evil glint in her eyes, and I panicked, adjusting my clothes. It was too late; she already had an idea of what had happened. Her face twisted into an ugly frown.

"You bitch!" She sneered at me, and I took a step backward. I wasn't in the mood to deal with Clarice at the moment. I just wanted to go home; I desperately wanted to leave at that moment.

I tried to walk past her, but she held my hand, and I yanked it away from her not-so-tight grip aggressively.

"So you are his bed warmer after all." She spat at me, and I turned to look at her