Love breeds anger, love breeds hatred, love breeds obsession, love breeds longing. Without love, none of these emotions would exist. And for him, at this moment, she felt nothing—no love, no hatred.
Even though rumors about his relationships with other women were rampant, even though he was surrounded by women, even though the woman in his arms was exceptionally beautiful, Cynthia didn't let any of it bother her.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed him and the woman sitting next to her. She continued to ignore them, but then it occurred to her—this woman was familiar. She seemed to be the same one who had been with him the last time she was at the bar, promoting drinks.
As the guests arrived and the dishes started to come out, Wendy and Maureen Lancaster had been excited about this dinner, but since seeing him with another woman, they had grown uneasy. They couldn't focus on the meal.
