“It is his,” she murmured.
At the same time she knew with a different part of herself that she could not sink to the level of the women who came to her father without a thought of anything but their physical satisfaction.
She knew they were not interested in his brain, his vast knowledge, or anything except the fact that he was an extraordinarily attractive man and their desire for him burnt like fire.
‘Lord Yelverton must go back to England,’ Tula decided.
While her whole being cried out at the pain of parting from him, she knew it was the right thing for him to do.
She was dressed soon after dawn and began to cook the breakfast. When Lord Yelverton joined her she said,
“I suggest we leave as soon as possible, and when we get home you can instruct your own servants to call her and p
