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Turner was not in bed when she woke up the following morning. From the bedroom, she could hear him in the living room, typing on the laptop. He knows, she thought. He noticed that I was searching online, and he will be mad at me. You better think of a way of telling him that you need to travel to Los Angeles, she told herself.
Her guilty conscience quickened her heartbeat, her skin became sensitive, and she felt that her flimsy nightgown was scratching her as if it was made of coarse linen.
She went to the bathroom and then walked into the hall. She was certain that Robert would yell at her. Just knowing that she had broken a rule, a rule he had made, threatened to break her heart any moment.
However, when she stepped into the room, Robert greeted her affectionately.
“Good morning,
