I Refuse To Hear Her Thoughts
“It’s my fault. Can you tell me your name?”
“I’m Sally.”
Rob hugged her. “Sally, I’ll avenge your mother.”
At that time, I did not know what Rob meant.
He asked the nanny to cook, and he had a candlelight dinner with Fiona.
“Rob, have you forgiven me? I promise I’ll be good,” Fiona pleaded coyly.
Rob poured her a glass of wine and said, “Why would I blame you?”
They clinked glasses before finishing the wine in one sip.
Then, Fiona held her hand against her chest as she collapsed onto the floor.