Hearing the sound, Aiden Sinclair had a bad feeling and rushed out of the room to check.
Below the second-floor bedroom, a shattered vase lay in the rainwater, red rose petals scattered everywhere.
"Sir, if Miss Walsh knew you went out in the rain just to pick these flowers for her, she wouldn't have thrown them away," Mrs. Lane said, trying to console him.
Aiden Sinclair closed the door. "Don't tell her I picked them."
It rained all day. Nina Walsh stayed holed up in the bedroom, not making a single sound.
That evening, Aiden Sinclair returned to the bedroom after finishing his work. Nina Walsh had her face buried in a pillow, completely ignoring him.
He walked over and pulled back the covers. A pillow came flying at him. Nina Walsh stared at him, her expression a mixture of terror and defiance.
