Chapter 17 Anna's Illness

"Could you please step aside for a moment, Mr. Cobb? I need to add these herbs to the pot," Giselle murmured a soft reminder. When Elijah immediately moved back, she added all the remaining herbs to the pot. Then, she stirred and placed the lid on. When she noticed that he was not going to leave at all, a flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. "Is there anything else, Mr. Cobb?" Elijah snapped out of his daze and instinctively shook his head. Giselle looked so innocent and timid that it did seem possible that Anna was manipulating her into sleeping with him. He reached out and placed a hand on her waist. But before he could pull her into his arms, Giselle shoved him away and looked at him warily. "What are you doing, Mr. Cobb?" He looked back at her with deep, intense eyes, with a mix of surprise and scrutiny in them. "Nothing. I just thought I saw dirt on your waist." Dirt? A hint of mockery flashed in Giselle's eyes. There was no dirt; his unusual behavior tonight was probably