"No," Beatrice blinked her clear eyes.
"I slept over at Sister Titus's place last night and she didn't mention leaving once. You saw it this morning, she left without even saying goodbye to me. If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have even known Sister Titus had left."
When it came to lying, Beatrice didn't even need a draft.
To say Titus hadn't said goodbye before she left was a clear sign Beatrice hid under the covers, too ashamed to show her face.
Mentioning the events of that morning, Nicholas's sexy Adam's apple unconsciously bobbed up and down.
That morning...
He had lost control.
Entering the suite and seeing the exquisite body of the girl on the bed, he felt an inexplicable urge, Sophie's figure unconsciously drifting into his mind.
It was her fault for enticing him even in her deep sleep.
