The first thing that caught his attention when Dylan entered the sumptuous mansion was the sound of laughter which was infectious and honest for a change in contrast to the usual dramas. The outer décor of the house was no longer the same he’d known when he’d left, with the renovations and all, now it looked like a palatial hotel more than a home.
The woman at his side was still brooding, looking dissolutely out of the window without speaking a word to him. There was no mistaking the fact that she was angry with him. It wasn’t the temper which he had trouble digesting; it was the doggedness glint in her eyes, that silent determination to endure.
Dylan discovered one thing during the journey. She was still hurting about his past treatment of her and no amount of amends would thaw that re
