Chapter 394

An inexplicable feeling of unease settled in the pit of Kate’s stomach. "Farhan had no family," she explained quickly. "I don’t know who this man is, but he’s probably one of Farhan’s business associates." "I'd better go up and meet them," she said, picking up the tray.

Beatrice cast a disparaging look at her old clothes. "I would suggest you go and change first, but there’s no time." It’s snowing again, and I know Mr. Johnson is anxious to get back to town before the weather closes in.

Kate hurried out of the kitchen, and as she crossed the oak-panelled hall, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and grimaced. Her faded jeans and tee shirt were dirtier than she'd realized, and her hair, which she'd secured in a long plait, had worked loose, framing her face with riotous stray curls.But it was unlikely that Oliver Johnson or his companion would have any interest in her appearance, she told herself as she balanced the tray on one hand and opened the library door—coming to su