Henry was taken aback, his words having ignited a firestorm he hadn’t anticipated.

He inhaled sharply, his voice low and apologetic, “I’m sorry. I was too hasty.”

A shiver ran through Giselle’s heart. When had Henry started to learn the art of apology?

But her calm returned swiftly, and with a cold laugh, she shot back, “Afraid of losing me? Henry, your possessiveness disgusts me. Do you really think that by locking me up, I’ll forever be ...