Aiden Sinclair had promised he would let Nina Walsh go after a while. With no other choice, Nina could only stay at Cloudcrest Manor.
Aiden Sinclair had confiscated her phone. The manor's perimeter was under 24-hour surveillance, and without Aiden's permission, she couldn't leave.
She didn't know if Aiden's promise was trustworthy, but she was certain of one thing—Aiden Sinclair was holding her prisoner at Cloudcrest Manor.
At eleven in the morning, the autumn sun was bright and brilliant. The osmanthus blossoms in the manor's garden were in full bloom, their sweet fragrance wafting everywhere.
Aiden Sinclair had gone to the office. Mrs. Lane went upstairs to check on Nina Walsh.
The bedroom door was ajar. She knocked lightly. "Mrs. Sinclair, I'm coming in."
Mrs. Lane stepped inside. Heavy curtains blocked out the sunlight, leaving the room dark and gloomy.
