Nathan Redgrave took off his overcoat and stood before Hannah Hale, tall and imposing. His towering figure completely enveloped her.
The intense pressure emanating from him was inexplicably suffocating.
Hannah Hale looked up, her gaze meeting Nathan Redgrave's impassive eyes. Her lips twisted into a self-mocking smile. "We're two people whose lives don't overlap at all. How could I possibly interfere in your private life?"
"If there's nothing else, I'm going back to my room to sleep."
Facing Nathan Redgrave's accusations, Hannah Hale remained calm—so calm that her own heart ached for herself.
'She didn't know why he was asking such a bizarre question, but something must have happened.'
'It probably has something to do with that girl.'
Nathan Redgrave watched her retreating back and wearily pinched the bridge of his nose. He had originally thought that Hannah was the one who had put Zachary Redgrave and Laura Lowell up to giving Fiona Keating a hard time.
