Amy’s POV
As I walked out of the gym, my hands formed into fists, and my heart raced. I had just slipped, and Evan caught me. It was only a friendly gesture, but I didn’t think of him as a friend. Instead of going back inside, I headed toward the nearby garden. I needed a moment for myself.
I found an empty swing and sat down, resting my hands on my lap. Laughter floated across the yard as some maids played with baby Zayn. I wanted to stay strong, to make sure I didn’t break down, to protect my mind from everything swirling inside it.
After a while, I noticed Evan walking toward me. His brow was furrowed, his face serious. He stopped in front of me, knelt down, and bowed his head.
“Your Grace,” he said quietly, “I’m sorry I overstepped my boundaries. I was only trying to save you, noth
