Caleb Bishop snapped out of it and gave Jeanette Kensington a reassuring look. "Sorry, I didn't sleep well yesterday. My mind's a little fuzzy."
Jeanette Kensington naturally didn't believe his excuse, and anger flared within her.
Caleb Bishop shifted his gaze to Naomi Kenway, his expression complicated. "Nao... mi, whatever happened in the past is in the past. People have to look forward. I don't want you to keep being difficult with Jan because of me. She's your sister, after all. Since we're destined to be family, can't we just let go of our prejudices and get along?"
"Do you really think you're some kind of nation-toppling Delilah?" Naomi Kenway laughed out loud. "Who do you think you are? You really know how to flatter yourself. I've been rich and pampered since I was a child. When would I ever have been involved with a poor boy like you?"
Caleb Bishop's body stiffened. He stared intently at Naomi Kenway, his face turning a little pale.
