The Enchanted Night

the metropolis. The night looked seductive with

street, where Horace had booked a box to

't utter a word to Cassandra. She too kep

tween his son and his daughter-in-law? There was no love between

ake the next step in their relationship. If Cassandra could bless him with kids, i

nt. Lionel quickly side-stepped her and sat next to hi

d by Lionel's actions. She knew how to play the role of the obedient daughter-in-law in t

d like to make an announcem

cleared his throat. There was a look of dignity o

s the

Cassandra had no interest in anything that occurred in t

e on Cassandra's face, a shadow of a cold smile playing upon his lips. He clicke

row. I hope each one of y

out. He had hardly finished speaking when Jill's glas

ze. Jill rose up from her chair, her exquis

w it! Why didn't you discuss this with me first

ting where she was. Horace gazed at her coldly,

u have the ri

ted in her actions, his deep-set eyes quietening her immediately. Jill st

his face. The air around the table turned grave. Cassandra didn't know the man Horace mentioned, though she felt the name

ake Cassan

onel was already sick of being in this place, so the minute his father finish

ws a forced smile and followed af

th their issues. Cassandra sighed in relief as soon as she st

indifference, Cassandra bit the bullet and pulled open the back door to get inside. She didn't

driver's seat and looked at Cassandra through the rear-view mirror. He saw the wariness on

permission to

ing at her image. Cassandra instantly raised her head

ndra, you still know how to act.

twisted into a sneer as

elieve her ears. This man was unimaginab

n't have my purse with me. If you gi

timidness in her expression would have roused pity i

axi back home? Lionel had always hated her, so he found

onel could refuse her request, she jerked up her head an

The man Dad was talk

ame of this controversial man popped up. Instantly, he turned ar

er know who you are. You're a married woman now,

he was mocking her. But for Cassandra

ong stopp

the money. I want to

tiny hands for the taxi fare. She had just thrown a casual

react at all, no matter how hurtful his words were. The lack of reaction to his

threw it at her unceremoniously, saying in a deep and inexplicably furious vo

and she glared at him through the rolled-up, tinted windows. Who wanted to

face? Well, she felt like punc

in his car, hands clenched around the steering wheel. His furious eyes held equal p

a lot since coming back from Rome, although