The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

C H A P T E R 3 7
A D E L I N E
“W
ell, at least the tabloids look better,” Joslyn
said.
She’d taken a break from her new role as Princess Pilar’s
secretary to come to London and help me pack up the
apartment. I’d already secured a smaller place down the
street, but I would miss this one terribly. There was no point
in keeping such a big place to myself though. Not when I
wasn’t even sure where I’d be in the coming months. The
doorbell rang once, twice, three times and Joss and I stopped
what we were doing and looked at each other. I stood slowly
and headed to the door. Elias’s security team was with me
while he was in meetings this weekend, so one of them
opened the door for me.
“This is my daughter’s flat and I expect to see her,” my
mother said from the other side of the door. I exhaled
heavily.
“Mother, what are you even doing here?”
“You tell me what you’re doing here,” she said, waving a
newspaper. I ducked slightly, afraid she’d hit me with it. She
looked like she was capable of it right now. “I had to find out
through a tabloid that you were in town.”
“I just got in,” I said. She looked around and shot me an
angry glare. I cringed. “I got in last night but I was going to