Keira Leaf went straight to the washroom, repeatedly rinsing her arm, rubbing it somewhat disgustedly.
Noticing her own actions, she couldn't help but pause. Could people catch being a clean freak from others?
After washing her hands several times, Keira sighed deeply, leaning against the sink. She saved the number on the business card in her phone. William Lee had ruthlessly plunged another knife into her already painful heart that year. And she'd be damned if she would let him live happily ever after with despicable Emily Hanson.
After saving the number, Keira took a few bottles of wine, intending to return. On the way, she ran into Stuart Truman who came looking for her. "Young Master noticed you'd been gone for a while, so he sent me to find you."
"And what about you, Assistant Truman? Did you want to come looking for me?" Keira smiled and spoke as if William's appearance just then had swept away the gloom of the day, and she had regained her fighting spirit.
