Yuri Sinclair didn't take Ashley Bowen back to the Imperial Palace, instead placing her in a separate villa.
What he had done to Ashley Bowen could not be made public. He also feared the world finding out that she could never get pregnant again. The royal family would never tolerate a woman who couldn't produce an heir. He had to do everything in his power to protect her, to make it up to her.
But he had no idea how to make amends.
They no longer spoke to each other. Whenever he saw her gaunt figure resting motionlessly in the wicker chair, his heart would ache fiercely.
He carried her out into the courtyard, letting her bask in the morning sun.
She lay in his arms, quiet as a doll—powerless... limp.
"Shay, please, just say something. Don't torture me like this," Yuri Sinclair pleaded again. If he could, he would have traded anything just for her to say a single word to him.
