As the maid entered, she saw Renee staring intently at a photograph and panicked.
"Ma'am, you shouldn't touch that. Please put it back. If Mr. Morton finds out, he'll be furious! Last time I accidentally moved it, he banned me from even going near this bookshelf."
Renee frowned. Was the photo really that important?
She carefully put the photo back, quickly finished cleaning, and then lay down on the bed.
Her mind was full of Hans and that girl, cozying up in the picture.
The Hans from back then was nothing like the man he was now. He used to smile so warmly, like the winter sun.
When he returned, he found Renee lying on the bed, which struck him as unusual since she typically jumped at any chance to pore over design sketches.
But remembering their wild night before, he nodded knowin
