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

C H A P T E R 4 1
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“H
ow could you let her get on that flight?” I paced
the Hall of Mirrors, pinching the bridge of my
nose.
“What was I supposed to do?”
“I don’t know. Stop her and bring her here where I could
speak to her.” I dropped my hand and looked at him as I
paced in his direction. “What did she say? How did she
look?”
“She was upset.”
“Jesus.” I sighed.
“Why didn’t you just tell her from the beginning?” That
was my brother, who was standing by a window looking out
into the gardens. “It’s not like you were using her. Not really
anyway. You love her and wanted to be with her. This was a
good way to deal with both.”
He was right. I should have just have been honest with
her. At least then, I could have explained the timing but
reassured her that no matter what I would always choose
her.
“I need to go to London.” I leaned into the mirrored wall,
placing my forehead against it and closing my eyes.
“You have back-to-back meetings this week. You’re
meeting with the cabinet in fifteen minutes,” Pierre said. I