Chapter 66
JOAN’S POV The mansion always felt too big, too quiet… too cold. I clutched the file in my hands, one of the many I’d been asked to review—wedding logistics, estate staff reports, updates on the interior renovations—but really, it was just an excuse. Another excuse. One of the many I’d been making just to see him. Derrick. Every time I walked these halls, it was hard for me not to hope I don’t run in to him. It didn’t help that he barely acknowledged me in public. I couldn’t deny that I was aching for the rare, glimpses of something soft in his eyes—something human. Derrick was the most complicated man I had ever met. He was hot and cold. Just when I thought things were going well between us – like when I danced in the rain and he looked at me like I was the most precious thing in t
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