“Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.”
--Joan Crawford
Evelyn’s POV
"Evelyn, are you ok?" Genevieve asked me worriedly.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Thank you for being with me today. But it's too late. I need to go home now. I've ruined your honeymoon with Mikael, and I don't want to take up too much of your time."
"Do you want me to take you home? You don't look well. Are you sick?"
"No. I just want to be alone to think things over. There is nothing wrong with my health, I just have a bad appetite these days and often feel sick."
Genevieve sighed. "Don't worry, Lance will figure it out. He still loves you."
"Thank you."
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