Meanwhile, in Jonathan’s house, the study light glowed dimly. The city looked quiet from behind the large glass window, but the contents of Jonathan’s mind were far from peaceful.
He sat in his work chair, his suit still perfectly fitted despite the night nearly turning to day. In front of him, his laptop screen displayed a brief report about several investors interested in his new project. However, his thoughts weren’t on numbers or graphs.
His thoughts were on Blair.
Or… whoever she really was.
Blair Annette—that’s what she called herself when she reappeared in Jonathan’s life. But the more Jonathan recalled their past, the clearer one thing became—he had never known anything about that woman. Not about her family, her home, her background. Even now, Blair had chosen to get out at th
