Chapter 1054: An Altar for the Dead
'So it's truly something Arabella is trying to hide from me?'
Ferdinand took a deep breath, trying to remain as calm as he could.
What was with all this that Arabella had to be secretive about it to the point where Blanca would not want to tell him, even if he had already asked directly?
{Tell me.} Ferdinand commanded.
He knew Arabella would know he made Blanca talk, so she would not blame the latter. She was too kind to blame someone else.
If Arabella gets angry, it would be at him. But even so, Ferdinand still wanted to know what this was all about.
Arabella had such a melancholic look in her eyes earlier as she caught some snow on her palm. And once again, she had that look on her face like she was remembering something sweet but painful.
What was in her mind right now?
Why did she look like she wanted to avoid winter to the point, she looked like she wished it did not come?
