Bruce had long grown immune to her demands. Not even a frown crossed his face.Without expression, he picked up the small silver fork, speared a grape, and reached across half the table to bring it straight to her mouth.The motion was brisk, almost rough, edged with impatience.Claudia did not even blink. She seemed to take a perverse pleasure in being fed this way. "Bruce, remember, in this life you've only fed two women. One is Isolde, and the other is me."If she could not be the only one, she would be the second. She wanted him to remember her for the rest of his life.A flicker of annoyance passed through Bruce's eyes. He did not reply. He simply pushed the fork closer to her mouth, eager to finish.Claudia parted her red lips, ready to bite the grape.At that moment, a porcelain coffee pot appeared, blocking the fork just before it reached her lips.Her brow furrowed. 'Which careless maid dared to act without regard for protocol?'She looked up, anger rising, only for h
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