"It was just a normal meal." His face looked weary.
"She's been with a lot of men. Brother, don't fall for her tricks. There are plenty of other women out there. If you want to get married, I can introduce you to someone," Sharon Ainsworth said frantically. "But you absolutely cannot get involved with her. She's a jinx. Anyone who knows her has bad luck."
"Okay."
"Brother, you look terrible. What's wrong? Is there a tough problem at the company?"
"For some reason, the company's stock has been dropping for the past few days. Dad is still at the office right now. I have a bad feeling about this; it's not a good sign." Nicholas Ainsworth picked up the keys from the table. "I'm heading out. You should get to bed early."
Sharon Ainsworth analyzed her brother's words, feeling uneasy as she sat there.
She went upstairs and looked at the wedding photos she had once taken with Quentin Grant, now stored in the closet. It all felt like a dream. 'How did things end up like this?'
