Chapter 144

She couldn’t sleep. Lucette had tossed and turned in the guest bedroom for several hours before she’d finally given up trying. It wasn’t the bed—it was one of the most comfortable she’d ever slept in. And it wasn’t that she wasn’t tired, because she still felt exhausted. Even so her mind seethed with half-formed questions and thoughts, and they spun around in her brain until she decided to make herself some herbal tea in an attempt to help her sleep.

She reached for her dressing gown and the box of ginger tea she’d brought with her; it was one of the few things she could stomach. Tiptoeing out of her bedroom, not wanting to disturb Ariston , she made her way to the kitchen.

The rest of the day had passed uneventfully enough: she’d had a nap and a bath while Ariston had worked in his study. And at around dinnertime he’d knocked on her door and told her he was planning to order food in, asked her what she’d like.

It had reminded Lucette painfully of the weekends they’d spent together