This remained true even after she saw the bracelet he had spared no expense to win at the auction resting on Sharon Morton's wrist.
"You know me. I prefer things spicy, not sour grapes," Shalma Hughes said, changing the subject once again. She couldn't be blamed for dodging the question; she genuinely didn't know how to answer him.
Julian Winslow studied the woman before him intently for a long time. Then, he straightened up and dropped a single instruction: "Don't soak in the bath too long. I made you some noodles." With that, he stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Once Julian was gone, Shalma felt a profound sense of relief. She hurriedly climbed out of the bathtub, moving with lightning speed, terrified that a certain someone might suddenly double back.
She had assumed Julian had left the suite entirely. However, when she opened the bathroom door, she found him sitting on her bed, flipping through a magazine.
