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am sorry to disturb you, milady, but I have a few questions to ask you.”

“What would you care to know?”

“Did the attacker say anything to you?”

Emmeline shook her head. “He did not.”

“Have you ever seen him before?”

“I have not.”

The constable shifted uncomfortably in his stance before asking, “Are you aware of anyone who might want harm to befall you?”

“No.”

“Is there someone that would benefit from your death?”

“No one.”

With a side glance at him, Constable Philmont said, “His Lordship mentioned that you were attacked the moment you stepped out of bed.”

“That is right.”

“What happened next?”

Emmeline pressed her lips together, delaying her response. “He moved me onto my back and shoved a pillow over my face. He would have killed me if my husband hadn’t interceded when he did.”

“Then it is most fortunate that your husband has a steady hand with his pistol,” the constable remarked.

Emmeline turned her attention towards Oliver and said, “I am indeed fortunate.”

Oliver offered her a private smile and maintained her gaze. “You are worth saving, my dear.”

The constable cleared his throat, then said, “I would like to start by speaking to your lady’s maid, assuming you have no complaints.”

“I do not,” Emmeline replied.

“Excellent.” The constable turned towards Mary. “Would you mind if we spoke for a moment in the hall?”

Mary grew visibly tense. “I am not sure why you would need to speak to me,” she said. “I was asleep when the attack happened.”

“It is routine in these types of investigations.” Constable Philmont grinned. “Or so I have been told.”

With a reluctant bob of her head, Mary replied, “As you wish.”

Oliver waited until they left the room before he turned his attention back towards his wife. “How are you faring?”

“Much better,” she said.

His eyes roamed her lovely face as he commented, “The coloring in your face has returned to normal.”

“That’s good.”

“It is.” He sat down on the bed. “May I get you something?”

Emmeline smiled. “You already have done more than enough.”

“I don’t believe that to be true.”

“You saved me from an attacker.”

Reaching for her hand, he held it as he replied, “That was an easy feat.”

She watched him closely as she asked, “How did you become such a proficient shot?”

“With much practice,” he answered vaguely.

“Which I am most grateful for. It’s a skill that saved my life.”

Oliver brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “I have never been so scared as when I saw that man smothering you with a pillow,” he admitted, lowering her hand. “For a moment, I feared that I was too late.”

“You saved my life.” Her words grew soft as she added, “I am sorry that you had to kill him.”

“Don’t be,” he asserted. “I would kill a hundred men if it meant that you were safe.”

Emmeline’s eyes shifted towards the door. “Why is the constable interviewing Mary?”

“The constable is worried that someone on the household staff may have let your attacker in,” he shared.

“And he believes Mary would be capable of doing such a horrendous thing?”

“Not necessarily, but you did confide in your lady’s maid about the smugglers.”

With a furrowed brow, Emmeline said, “That may be true, but Mary would never betray me. It is ludicrous to even suggest such a thing.”

“If that is the case, then your lady’s maid has nothing to fear in speaking to the constable,” Oliver replied.

“I should say so.”

Oliver’s eyes darted towards the door. “I didn’t want to say this in front of the constable, but do you have any reason to believe your uncle would hurt you?”

“For what purpose?” she asked in disbelief. “If he killed me, then Lockhart Manor still belongs to you.”

“I just find it odd that he arrived in Whitstable and you were attacked shortly thereafter.”

“It is just a coincidence.”

Oliver shook his head. “I don’t believe in coincidences.”

“My uncle would never hurt me,” Emmeline asserted. “I am sure of it.”

He gave her a reassuring smile. “I am sorry for upsetting you,” he said. “That was not my intention.”

Emmeline yawned and her hand came up to cover her mouth. “I’m sorry, as well,” she replied. “I tend to grow rather irritable when I am tired.”

“You should get some sleep,” he encouraged.

“I’m afraid I can’t,” she admitted. “Every time I close my eyes, I imagine that man above me and I start panicking.”

Oliver reached out and cupped her right cheek. “Would it help if I stayed with you until you fall asleep?”

She nodded. “I feel much safer with you by my side.”

“Then so be it.”

Emmeline laid down and put her head on the pillow. “Thank you for staying with me,” she murmured.

“There is no place I would rather be,” he said, knowing he spoke the truth.

It wasn’t long before he heard Emmeline’s breathing grow deep, and he knew she was asleep. As he watched her, he realized he had done something intolerably foolish. He had gone and fallen in love with his wife.

Chapter Eighteen

Emmeline awoke to sunlight streaming in through the windows and sat up in bed. Her eyes strayed to the empty chair that Oliver had slept in last night, causing a smile to come to her face. He had gone to such great lengths to ensure she was tended to. How could I not love a man like that, she thought.

The door opened, and Mary stepped into the room with a jonquil gown draped over her arm. “I see that you are finally awake, milady,” she said lightly.

“I am.”

“Would you like me to bring a tray up, or would you care to join Lord Oliver in the dining room for breakfast?” her lady’s maid asked.

Emmeline tossed off the covers and placed her feet over the bed. “I believe I shall join Oliver in the dining room.”

“Very good choice.” Mary stepped closer to the bed. “Would you care to dress?”

“I would.”

As she helped Emmeline dress, Mary said, “The constable asked me some very pointed questions last night.”

“Did he?”

Mary nodded. “I think he suspects I had something to do with you being attacked, which is ridiculous.”

“I

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