Imagining the scene Quinn described, Reginald realized that if things truly played out that way, he would have no face left in the antiquities enthusiast community. He began examining the porcelain chalice in his hands more carefully.
Just as the atmosphere grew awkward again, a server pushed the door open from outside, and someone happened to be passing by in the hallway. That single glance into the room made the man outside cry out in delight. "Mr. Thorne!"
The man strode into the room, followed by another person.
Every eye turned toward the door. There was only one person named Thorne in this private dining room, but who would address a live-in husband as "Mr. Thorne"?
Quinn recognized the newcomer and rose from his chair with a welcoming smile. "Mr. Ashford, are you dining at The S
