Katherine stared at Andrew like he was a stranger—no emotion, no warmth… just unreadable calculation hidden behind a calm smile.
“What did you say?” Andrew asked her, still reeling from her earlier accusation.
But she simply shook her head. “Nothing,” she replied, her voice smooth and indifferent. Then she turned her back on him like he didn’t matter, like he never did. “I’ll have my bath now,” she said softly, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.
Andrew stood there for a moment, completely still, as if trying to figure out whether what just happened was real. His mind raced with questions—why did she accuse him? Why that memory? And yet… why did she suddenly drop it and walk away so calmly?
And how did she know where the bathroom was?
He frowned deeply, watchin
