Masuk"What matters is that she'll enjoy it," Julian said.He asked the assistant to wrap the painting.Mrs. Soto was Leonardo's grandmother. Julian had known her since he was a child and was fond of her. An expensive present wasn't unreasonable, especially when Vanessa had chosen it.She liked the ease with which he made the decision.Adrian could be generous too, but his gifts usually came after he'd hurt her. Accepting them always seemed to mean she was supposed to forgive him.Julian didn't need a quarrel or an apology before giving her something. He did it because he wanted to.Except for the watch.That had been intended for the woman he loved.The thought spoiled her mood. She remained distracted while the assistant packed the painting, and was still quiet when they got into the car.Julian noticed."What's made you sad?"She rested her hands on her lap and turned her fingers together. For a while, she couldn't find an answer she wanted to give him.Then she looked up."Do you think
Vanessa looked down at her bowl. Julian laughed."I'll stop. Eat something, then have a bath and get some sleep. It's been a long day."She nodded. She needed rest badly enough that, once she went upstairs, she slept until noon the following day.Martha served her another bowl of soup when she came down."Mr. Ashford asked me to make sure you had this. He does look after you, doesn't he? Watching you two almost makes me want to find someone myself."Vanessa laughed. "Martha!""I'm serious. I've never seen him treat a woman this way. I worked at the family house for years. He was never particularly warm to Miss Natalie, and she was supposed to be his sister."Vanessa didn't want to pursue it. Martha saw how considerate Julian was, but she couldn't know what he felt.He was a good husband. Perhaps he considered looking after her part of that responsibility.She tried not to dwell on how disappointing that possibility felt.After lunch, Yolanda called."Mrs. Soto's birthday party is in a
Julian turned to Vanessa."I'm sorry I took so long. Did he hurt you?"The change in his voice unsettled her more than the punch. A moment ago, he'd looked capable of doing serious damage. Now he was searching her face, waiting for an answer.What would it be like, she wondered, to have a man like him love her?She pushed the thought aside."I'm all right. You came in time."His hand settled on her shoulder."I should have gone up with you.""You couldn't have known he'd be hiding here."She looked back at Adrian. He had struggled to his feet and was staring at them, one leg stiff as he came closer."Do you know who she is? She's my girlfriend. Your future sister-in-law.""We ended the engagement," Vanessa said. "We broke up. There's nothing between us.""How can you speak to me like that? You used to love me. What happened to you?"She had loved him. He'd known that and treated her as though it meant she would never leave, whatever he did.Now he looked genuinely bewildered that she
Adrian had already drugged her once, trying to force a reunion she couldn't take back. Now she knew he'd arranged the attack outside the hotel too.And for years, she had wanted nothing more than to marry him.All because she believed she owed him her life."Do you have to be so cruel?" he asked.Vanessa reached for the door. He caught her hand and squeezed."I've apologized. I told you I'll treat you properly. What else do you want me to do?"Before she signed the cancellation, he had thought he could manage without her. The affection he'd shown her had been part of their engagement, a way to secure her grandfather's support.Then she signed, and the prospect of losing her frightened him more than he'd expected."I've already told you what it would take for me to forgive you," she said. "You'd have to be dead."She pulled free and opened the door. He slammed a palm against it, forcing it shut again.She tried the handle twice. He wouldn't move."Adrian, do you want to repeat what hap
Vanessa looked at Julian again."Richard went after Landon. Aren't you going to?""You think I should?"He watched her closely. She shrugged, trying to sound indifferent."I don't know anything about your business. That's up to you." After a moment, she added, "But if Richard wants him, he must be good. It might be worth trying."If Julian intended to invest, he would already have researched the engineers in that field. Surely he wouldn't let Richard take Landon without making an effort."You're right, Nessa."He smiled and stroked her hair. The touch was affectionate, almost intimate, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that he was indulging a child.She sighed. He had managed to fluster her again.If he could only forget the woman he loved, perhaps the two of them could...She stopped herself. There was no point following that thought.* * *On Vanessa's last day with the production, Isabelle hung on to her arm."You're leaving too soon. I'm going to miss you.""We'll see each other
Vanessa checked the folder again.“The revised script's been deleted. I know I saved it.”Someone had used her laptop while she was away. She looked around the set, but there was no obvious sign of who it might have been.Director Quinn glanced at the schedule.“We're already behind. We have to finish these scenes today. Can you make the changes again now?”Before she could answer, an actor spoke up.“Even if she does, we'll lose more time. Some of us were hoping to get some rest tonight.”“We were told we'd finish by nine.”“Are we supposed to stay up filming again because she lost her work?”Isabelle stepped closer.“Stop blaming her. She didn't do it on purpose.” She turned to Vanessa, worried. “How can it just disappear?”“I don't know yet.”She suspected somebody had deleted it, but suspicion wasn't proof. Recovering the script mattered more than arguing.“Start the changes,” Isabelle said. “We'll work late if we have to. The director's already said these scenes need to be done.”







