Hearing this, Nora Ainsworth dared not move an inch.
She pricked up her ears, waiting to hear Quentin Grant's explanation.
"It's just a physical need. There's no woman I'm in love with at the moment."
For some reason, Nora Ainsworth felt an indescribable, negative emotion stirring within her.
Although Catherine Callahan felt a trace of relief, the fact that he had slept with another woman was laid bare before her. She recalled that this whole situation was her fault for leaving so abruptly. Even though she was dying to know who the woman in his bed was, now was clearly not the time to ask.
"Alright, then. Let's go downstairs."
Quentin Grant assumed Nora Ainsworth had gone to another room. It never crossed his mind that she would be hiding on the narrow ledge of the balcony wall.
The sound of footsteps faded away.
