Chapter 118

Ophelia was halfway through dinner when Gideon returned.

Behind her, Anya and Greta dropped polite little curtsies before quietly vanishing as Gideon waved them off.

Ophelia looked up.

He was knackered, plain and simple.

Shadows under his eyes, tension in his jaw.

She set down her cutlery. ‘How was ...

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