Derek was deep in thought as he walked away from the house. She had rejected his offer of marriage that morning, even though he had made it four separate times in four different ways within fifteen minutes and even then refused to believe that she could be serious. He just wasn't going to lose her. He told himself.
He had promised himself a journey into Rodney after the visit to her place in order to make the necessary arrangements for his travel the next day, but he just couldn't seem to concentrate. He had walked all the way to her house this afternoon but now his legs felt numb and the short distance to where his car and his driver —Dan —were waiting for him. As soon as he got there Dan noticed his sullen countenance.
“You look like tragedy warmed over sir,” Dan said.
“Do I?” Derek
