Glancing at the time, Matilda wanted to tell him to go back, for driving late at night was dangerous, but in the end, she swallowed her words. Deep down, she wanted to get along with William.
Before this, all she did was complain when they had any alone time. She’d either grumble about Sophia, the servants, the other Constance branch families, or William. Everything she could think of could be used as a complaining tool.
Sometimes William would console her, but sometimes he’d say nothing, for he was exhausted. Now that she thought about it, aside from her incessant complaining, she couldn’t remember what they did during their alone time. So now she asked about his work and whether he had any troublesome business to settle. Matilda never cared about his work, but since she asked, William told her about it. He had a lot of problems related to work, but William chose the simplest ones.
Matilda listened to him closely. “I never knew you had to face so many troubles.”
William chortled. “I got used to it.”
Matilda looked at him quietly. “I’m sorry for what I did. I know I’ve caused you a lot of trouble.”