The man exuded an air of nobility. An unintentional hint of arrogance and disdain showed between his brows. With just one glance, Caleb Bishop knew they were from different worlds. That man was a true scion of a wealthy family.
It was as if a spice rack had been overturned in his heart; Caleb Bishop's feelings were a complex, indescribable mess.
Recalling the intimate way the other two had behaved, his headache grew unbearable.
Jeanette Kensington's exquisite, beautiful cuffs were wrinkled from the earlier struggle. She smoothed them out again and again, her voice tinged with anger. "This is outrageous! How could they just throw a customer out like that?!" She pulled out her phone. "I'm going to call and file a complaint!"
Caleb Bishop took her hand and slowly shook his head. "They must have planned this together. It's no use."
