Gregory kept stealing glances at her while she ate.
Scarlet stared at her plate, turning her fork between her fingers. She had come to the countryside to start over, not to reopen old wounds. She hadn't planned on telling anyone what had happened to her, and she certainly hadn't planned on getting close to any man. She couldn't see why Gregory needed to know.
"A problem shared is half solved," Gregory said gently. "Now eat your food."
She looked at him for a moment, then lowered her eyes. Without another word, she picked up her fork and continued eating, keeping her thoughts to herself.
When they finished, Gregory led her to his executive living chamber. The chamber was elegant, with polished wood, soft lighting, and expensive furniture that somehow still felt warm.
She settled onto a two-seater sofa. She expected Gregory to take the chair across from her, but instead, he sat beside her.
He turned slightly toward her. "Do you want to see pictures of my late mate?"
