WHAT IS HIS FACE?

 Tilda stood at the balcony of her room and watched the whole moment of Angela and Christian. She was only watching Christian and wanted to turn back into her room when she saw Angela coming into the garden and approaching him. She squinted her eyes when she saw Angela moved from behind him to stand beside him. Her room was at the second floor, so she could not hear what exactly they spoke about.

 "She's going to be one of the mistresses" She scoffed "so he really brought in someone else to the house after making me miserable". She looked down at her belly and tears came out of her eyes, but her face was completely emotionless "This hormones are really trying to ruin me, huh?" She said to herself and walked back into her room.

 Angela and Christian were still together in the garden. Angela was surprised by what Christian revealed to her. She seemed to be in a bit of denial, but she herself knew very well not to judge a book by its cover. "What exactly happened?" she asked him. Christian was not comfortable with the question, because he knew he had to start telling her how he met her and how he brought her into the house as one of his women, but she asked, so he had to deliver.

 "She was one of the girls to be trafficked for the slave trade" He said in a low voice. He suddenly felt ashamed of what he had been doing for years. It felt like he was coming out from his dark cave and into the light and he really wanted to cover himself. Angela looked at him. She saw it in his body movement that he did not want to talk about it.

 She smiled "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it" She comforted him, but he shook his head "I started it. Might as well end it" He said and paused for a little while before continuing "I was inspecting them and making sure that they were good and able to perform their duties well. I saw Daisy and for some reason, I did not want to let her go. I don't know if it was pity I felt, but seeing her and how petite she was, she looked like she would die before getting there" He bowed his head.

 Angela took in what he said. She realized that his job was really built on illegal and criminal stuff, way deeper than she thought. Christian looked at her and saw her faraway expression, like she was in deep thoughts. He asked her " Should I stop?". Angela looked back at him and shook her head smiling "Go on. You have to finish it" She said to him. He stared at her for a while before looking away "I decided to take her in. I saw that as me saving her from being a slave, but she saw it as me imprisoning her to be worse than a slave" He said and continued "She made me understand that the ways of seeing things are different in everyone's perspective" 

 "When she came into the house, she wanted to leave immediately. She begged me so many times to let her go and not do anything to her, but I couldn't. She could become a fugitive because I'm not working alone. There are so many people involved in this... business, and records are kept. I was only able to get her because of the reputation and influence I have. If they should see her anywhere, it's instant death for her. So, I didn't free her" He began walking around and Angela followed right behind him.

 He continued "At some point, she seemed to have settled with herself and accept everything. She began to try to get close to me. I was wondering what happened because of her sudden change in mannerism. I decided to let it be because I didn't want to overthink it. I really should have" His voice tuned down at that statement.

 Angela kept staring at him and tried to understand the man. She did not know if he was coldhearted or soft. What exactly is his real face? Is he good or bad? He was giving her way too many mixed signals. Normally, he should be laughing at the fact that Daisy failed to kill him. Daisy should have been dead by now. But this man... This man looked disheartened about what happened. He kept the girl alive and no form of abuse or trauma is showing in her. What is his face?

 Christian cleared his throat and continued the story "One day, Daisy was being extremely clingy with me. Apart from when I had work, she was always with me. She volunteered to make something for me to eat, because she had been learning from the cooks in the house and she wanted me to try it out first. I agreed to her request and she brought her food to me and told me to try it when I was with her" Christian seemed to be remembering the whole thing like it happened yesterday. It was a very painful experience for him.

 "She watched me the whole time. From the moment I ate the food till I began to cough up blood. She watched me and smiled. She stalled for a long time before calling for help and I was moved to a hospital" he paused before he said "I knew I would survive it. Because it was not the first time I had taken something as minor as poison."/