Scarlett felt a chill run down her spine. She had truly been careless. Patrick had almost seen through her disguise earlier, nearly catching her off guard as she left. And Wesley was even sharper than Patrick. If she wasn’t mistaken, the promise Wesley spoke of was likely to keep her identity a secret. The thought reinforced her need to maintain a distance from him.
“I didn’t realize Mr. Kingsley was so calculating,” she said. “This promise...does give me reason to consider.”
She attempted to sidestep Wesley and leave, but after only a few steps, he caught her arm.
“I’m not like Patrick. I hope you’ll think this through carefully.”
Scarlett truly hated this feeling of being threatened. But her current identity absolutely could not be exposed. There were people watching her nearby. She
