Mary Scott's voice was somewhat awkward. Every time she resolved to break things off, they ended up back in bed together. Was that man some kind of poison?
"Let's go." Mia Anderson urged Mary to get dressed as she spoke.
Mary froze. "Gone?"
"Yeah, Assistant Jonah pushed him away in a wheelchair." Mia replied, giving Mary an enigmatic look—a look that seemed to say Mary was a thousand-year-old cunning vixen.
Mary: "..."
Was this her fault? That damned man had only himself to blame!
Even though her heart argued this point, Mary was still nervous. "How was he when he left? Did he go to the hospital?"
As soon as she asked, Mary felt embarrassed beyond words. She'd humiliated herself in front of an assistant—how was she ever going to face Mia again?
