Chapter Two“How could I have let him do it? How could I?” Azalea asked herself not once but a thousand times in the days that followed.
She hardly had a moment to think, because there was so much packing to do before they finally left for Hong Kong – but at the back of her mind the question repeated itself over and over again, interspersed with the words, “I hate him! I hate him!”
Lord Sheldon stood, she thought, for everything that she and her father had most disliked, the autocratic, superior Englishman who despised those under his authority and who had no respect for any race except his own.
She knew that she should not have raged at him, but as she listened behind the curtains to what he was saying to his friend, she had felt her anger rise like a flood tide.
When he practically ac
