Driven half-mad by curiosity, the moment Victoria received the call and prepared to leave, Rachel completely abandoned all pretense of ladylike composure, pressing her face right against the glass pane to peer down at the street below.

The Japanese restaurant sat

Victoria's life did not undergo any drastic upheaval with the appearance of Richard.

The number of days this man actually spent in Shanghai could be counted on one hand each month, and sometimes his visits were nothing more than a brief, hurried layover—a quic

She collapsed straight onto the sofa, leaving the Popeye face on her T-shirt looking thoroughly scrunched up.

Tethering a towel around her damp hair, Richard walked over and gently gathered the still-moist strands of her long hair. "You'll catch a cold."

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