Hearing this, Shalma Hughes's gaze instantly narrowed. She turned her head to look at the man beside her and let out a cold laugh. "Is that all you can think of, Mr. Winslow? I really must say, your mindset leaves much to be desired."
Julian Winslow fell silent. Instead of answering, he stepped on the gas, speeding through the dark night as if tearing it apart.
An unprecedented silence lingered between them when they returned to Winslow Garden. Mrs. Lewis and the other servants had long since gone to bed. The moment Shalma entered, she took off her coat, changed into her slippers, and walked straight upstairs. Julian stood behind her, watching her retreating figure. He let out a faint sigh before following her up the stairs.
