CHAPTER CXL “ I’M NOT HER, SEEKING FOR HER “

Cleo’s P.O.V

When did I come to this situation? I keep asking myself knowing that I need to clear my mind from having unnecessary thoughts, especially that I have seen her.

“No...it’s not her” I mumbled, not bothering to look back at the butler I had at home. Well, he and a maid were all I had wanted to have fewer people around and those who aren’t nosy to butt into my business.

“Sir… what should I prepare for Miss's grave?” The maid asked something she always does once a week.

“Just give me a couple of new vases” I said quietly and she just nodded before disappearing.

Her buying another set of vases isn’t a problem. Anything she buys will be paid from my pocket, all she buys outside was the things I asked her to give me for me to put near or exactly on the grave.