Chapter Twenty-Three
Christianne took in a deep breath. “Tina Rowan, my modiste…”
“The girl who was here that first time I visited after you arrived?” he asked, cutting in.
“Yes.”
“What about her?” He frowned, probably wondering why she was suddenly talking about a dressmaker.
Christianne took in a deep breath. “She’s your daughter…and mine.”
“Wh—” his lips formed the word, but no sound came out.
“You remember our wonderful affair when Norman brought me back to London after my boys were old enough?”
“Of course! It was the most wonderful… You disappeared. You just left without any explanation!”
She looked down at her hands and spoke quickly before she lost the nerve yet again. “I was pregnant and terrified. I was too scared to tell you. I… I didn’t know how.” Christianne swallowed
