'This girl is hopeless. She wears her heart on her sleeve.'
"We're going to stop soon. Switch to the car behind us. I'm heading to the hospital," Yuri Sinclair said nonchalantly when Ashley Bowen's gaze accidentally met his.
"Your Highness, are you hurt? Was it the dance? Is something wrong with your leg?" Ashley Bowen asked, suddenly flustered. She couldn't hide her concern at all.
Yuri Sinclair shook his head. "It's just a follow-up appointment. Don't worry about it."
"Can I go with you, then?"
"No." Yuri Sinclair's refusal was calm and absolute.
Ashley Bowen's face fell. She grabbed Yuri Sinclair's hand and shook it gently. "Why can't I go?"
"There's no reason."
'…This man is so difficult to talk to, so hard to get along with.'
'A moment ago, they were holding each other, dancing. She'd almost thought they had finally opened up to each other.'
'But it was always just a fleeting moment before he turned back into that cold, distant person.'
