The contrast between the opulent Harding estate and this tomb-like space made Sara freeze in the doorway. An invisible hand squeezed her heart. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust.
Taking a steadying breath, she stepped inside, her high heels clicking on the floor. She marched to the window, ripped open the curtains, and threw the sash wide.
Sunlight and fresh air flooded the room.
She made no effort to be quiet, deliberately making noise to rouse the occupant of the bedroom.
Moments later, the master bedroom door creaked open. A tall, gaunt figure emerged.
Hearing his footsteps, Sara didn't turn around. She placed the takeout on the table and slowly changed into her slippers.
Before she could finish, a mocking voice grated against her ear.
"I've always been curious about one thing. Does Adrian know you're using his money to keep another man on the side?"
Sara's back stiffened.
She recovered in seconds.
Turning to face a pair of cynical, teasing eyes, her expression remained calm. "You're bored, Simon."
Simon Simmons curled his lip. "Is it not the truth?"
She ignored the jab. "The weather is beautiful today. After we eat, come downstairs for a walk with me."