The moment Hugh walked into the private room, Isabella stood up at once.
She smoothed her skirt, a carefully prepared smile on her face.
"Hugh, you're here."
She started to walk toward him.
But Hugh didn't even glance at her.
His gaze passed over everyone at the table and landed precisely on me.
The next second, he walked straight toward me.
"Quinn."
The familiar voice sounded by my ear. My taut nerves finally began to relax.
I looked up at him. "You came."
Hugh stopped in front of me, glanced down at my clothes, and his brow furrowed slightly.
"Why are you dressed so lightly? Is it cold outside?"
He took off his black coat and draped it over my shoulders. It still carried his warmth.
I clutched the collar and shook my head lightly. "Not cold."
Hugh didn't listen. He took my
