Chapter 13 - Chapter Twelve: Zheng MeiLan Belongs to Me

The horse trotted swiftly back toward the mansion, always more eager to get home to the comforts of her stall than she was to go out. Behind her, in the carriage, the two women rode in uncomfortable silence, while Master Long sat with a peaceful, contented expression on his too-handsome face. Occasionally when the carriage wheels bumped over some hole in the road, his long legs made his knees jostle against theirs. MeiLan found herself constantly staring at that face and admiring its masculine perfection. His eyes were wide and long-lashed, his brows were straight and dark, and his nose was absolutely perfect. His jaw was strong. She had an outrageous urge to reach out and touch the curve of his cheek, something she'd never felt before in her life. Judging by the way that Anak was clutching her hands together in her lap, she seemed to be wrestling with the same compulsion.