'And to think she'd been foolish enough to listen to Walsh, moved to tears by his words. It turned out to be all for nothing.'
Staring at the table laden with food, Ashley Bowen had lost her appetite.
She stood up.
"Where are you going?" Yuri Sinclair asked coldly.
"None of your business," Ashley retorted angrily. With a flick of her hand, she stormed off, not to the bedroom, but right out of the Palace of Tranquility.
Yuri had no heart to eat either. He looked at the spread—the fruits of their joint labor—and slammed a fist on the table.
'He couldn't understand it. Was Ashley Bowen missing a screw? Why on earth did she have to make the exact same things Claire Sutton had made for him?'
