Rachel Foster returned to her room to find Kingsly Scott was no longer there. After asking the servants, she learned he had gone to the study.
Standing in the room, Rachel gazed at it for a long time, her mind replaying every loving moment she had shared with Kingsly in this space like a slideshow. Finally, with a heavy heart, she closed her eyes and stepped out of the room.
Strangely, though her eyes burned with unshed tears, she felt the tears threatening to spill with each step closer to the study. Yet, she managed to hold them back, convincing herself deep inside not to cry in front of him. To do so would only add to her humiliation.
Perhaps he had anticipated her coming to find him, for the study door was ajar.
As she entered the study and saw him, her suspicions were confirmed. There he was, leaning casually against his desk, arms folded, his dark eyes unfathomable as they watched her. It was clear he had been waiting for her.
