Chapter 16
Inside the house, Charles’s shoulders were tight. He wasn’t sure what to do or where to go.
What he did know was that he needed a drink. He needed to numb his heart and body from feeling.
In the past he’d avoided alcohol when in pain and chose the gym because alcohol dulled his common sense, but now… if anything could wipe out the storm inside his soul… he needed something, for one night.
Tomorrow he’d hit the gym, his usual way to deal with hurt, but as he walked toward the wine cellar, the butler stopped him. Charles immediately corrected himself, like Sandi had asked, and said, "Bernard."
The butler lowered his head. “Your Grace.”
Soon he’d be Mister or Monsieur and living back in France. Everything would return to normal once he could untangle himself from this night.
