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."

*And whose

Lin He was at the wheel, while Victoria had made the rare choice to forgo her usual flats, stepping out instead in cutout gold sandals elevated by sleek, slender heels.

His driving style reflected his personality: measured, unhurried, and smooth the entire way. Up