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Why now?

“After all this ti left to say” His tone was deliberately cold, blunt The memories of her were like painful wounds that refused to heal and so he had no choice but to hide thees of indifference

“I did not coer infused her tone

What the hell did she have to be angry about?

The gentleman in front turned his head “Shush”

Tristan cast hilare “And I did not coritted teeth

“But this is not about the past” She gave a weary sigh as though she would rather be anywhere else than sitting talking to him “This is about Andrew”

“Andrew?” He could not hide his surprise

During the two months since his return, she had not called at the house She had not come to pay her respects or offer her condolences

“I cannot speak about it here,” she said as she placed a hesitant hand on his arm His traitorous body responded ih hi outside”

Without another word, she stood and walked out through the door

His heart lurched The urge to run after her would never leave him

He should tell her to go to the devil, let her husband be the one to listen to her pitiful woes Turning back to face the musicians, he closed his eyes in the hope theharmony only served to remind him of all he had lost

Perhaps if he went to her, she would offer an explanation for her lies and deceit Perhaps then he would be able to move forward, take a wife, and produce an heir

Straightening his coat as he stood, he crept out of the room