Chapter Eight: Tea and Silence

She didn’t hear the door open.

Didn’t hear the measured footsteps across the Turkish rug or the clink of the silver tray set gently on the side table by one of the maids. But she felt it—that subtle shift in air, the soft quiet that always came with him.

“Isabelle.”

His voice was deep with mornin...

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