At three in the afternoon, Sean Quinn returned to One Vista Palace after a meeting. The moment he walked in, he asked Missie Frances, "Where's Stella?"
Missie Frances couldn't help but smile. 'So he could be this clingy, looking for his wife the second he got home.' She quickly pointed upstairs. "She's in the study, reading..."
Sean Quinn, like a boy of seventeen or eighteen, turned and bounded up the stairs in a great hurry. She was delighted to see it. 'This is so much more lively... Being serious and self-disciplined all the time is actually pretty boring.'
As for Sean Quinn, he reached the study in just a few strides. The moment he opened the door, he saw a beautiful, fresh-faced woman staring into space. Her long hair had been trimmed a little shorter, the ends curling naturally, and two exquisitely crafted hairpins were nestled near her temples.
