hat someone had offered such
when no one answered, he eventually announced th
e box at the auction must be a
s kept their secrets well, but behind the velvet curtain, s
c about that presence, a fo
she wondered who the mysteri
x, she saw the deep crescent mar
had lost and a new wave of anxiety abou
g it back, and she was willing to go
e mysterious bidder herself, when the manager arriv
people murmure
loser to Helena, dipping his h
ald sculpture in person. He also wanted me to tell you this-kee
gle of whispers, jealous glances, and st
' wife? Why is that m
s trying to get on Mr. Davie
this piece? I'm starting to think there's more going on between
ched Bryson's
Helena. "Helena, what is really going on bet
h calm indifference. "I
et in anger, grabbed her wrist, and s
ee. "What are you doing? Haven't yo
ion. "Tell me the truth. Who is that man to you? For all the years we've been married, I've given
turning the blame, pretending to
ou acting up like this? Do you feel guilty of s
lee, who lingered at the edge of
ruck, surprise and something close
It was a mistake on my part." Emotion cracked Bryson's voice, and he looked away, struggling to steady himself. "There
quick look to
trembling through quiet sobs. "I really tried to keep my dista
na had already yanked her hand free,
hatever is going on between the two
he emerald sculpture
y private box, then turned her back on
s, but after everything was settled, she would make
ll, the gusts of cold win
Helena hugged her arms to hers
a ride, but before she could do that, some
atch his breath, Charlee trailing just a st
ent, these two refuse
ce take on a pleading edge. "Helena, you know how much Charlee want
aze sharp and gloating, every bit
d to add, "I'll buy you anything else
felt a cold pain tw
th her like this, yet conveniently forget how he had once
ed her hand and struck him, the s
gasps from th
thick with feigned concern. "How could you tre
is face, his ex
ht Helena-always patient and gentle-woul
ed something he
is hand unconsciously ti
n spreading through her arm. She scow
u think you
mmanding voice rang out, c
ff guard by that, his bloodsho
and black, his posture composed, almost regal. Cool detachment
grip loosen. The rage twisting his features
hen did yo
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