Percy’s face twitched in disbelief.
He hadn’t even confronted Yvonne for abandoning him in a damn flower bed, humiliating him in front of the entire city, yet she had the audacity to start nitpicking him?
For a split second, he wanted to slap some sense into her.
But at the last moment, he clenched his fist and swallowed his anger.
"It won’t happen again.”
Only then did Yvonne tilt her chin up smugly and step into the car with an air of superiority.
The entire ride was suffocatingly silent.
Percy had no desire to talk to her, and she seemed perfectly content admiring her reflection in the mirror.
By the time they arrived at the Moore estate, he felt like he had endured a full hour of torture.
Yvonne, however, wasted no time slipping her arm through his as they walked inside.
Margaret was already waiting in the foyer, elegantly dressed as she stepped forward to greet them.
Her gaze swept over Yvonne’s outfit, and for the briefest moment, her expression stiffened.
Good Lord.
What kind of
