Looking at Joanna's flabbergasted reaction, Canillas chuckled. He calmly placed his cheek on Joanna's temple, his one hand around her shoulders, embracing her. He said,
"As much as I know, a husband can only hold his wife's hand during her period. Am I right?" Joanna was silent at his inquiry, and Canillas knew she was anxious. He continued speaking.
"You advised me not to disturb Fabio's rest because it is already late, but you are going to disturb an older lady's rest. Don't you know that you are being unfair now?"
Joanna blinked several times, momentarily flustered at Canillas' judgment. "Bianca is used to doing that," she reasoned.
Canillas did not argue more. He was aware of the characteristics in the nobility, and being served could not be separated from his wife, who was a young lady of an honorable noble family. But this time, he wanted to be the one who served her.
