His heartbeat sped up. He imagined Regina going to be consoled by that lousy cook, he taking her in his arms, kissing her... Quarin closed his eyes, anger numbing his thoughts.
She wouldn't have done this to him… or would she?
Worried, he called the driver, walking nervously.
“Frédéric, Regina won't answer my phone. Did you accompany her somewhere?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, I'm waiting for mademoiselle outside Karl's atelier."
He breathed a sigh of relief, Regina had only gone to see Jacques.
*
When she returned, she found Quarin waiting for her with folded arms and a grim expression.
She looked at him in amazement. "Everything good?"
"You tell me. When I left the house I told you where I was going, right? And you disappear without even sending me a message?"
'Ouch ... it's true ...'
