Bryan refused to let go off her. 'You are not running away again', he said darkly holding her still against all her struggles.

Sharon glared at him with wild bitter eyes. 'I am going home now. I've had enough of this damned pretense'.

Bryan smiled lazily, though his eyes were dark and cold. 'Really? You surprise me', he drawled softly.

'I don't know what you mean', she said frightened by the quiet menace in his voice, by the punishing grip that shackled her in this deserted conservatory.

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