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helping Claude.
âNo, it isnât,â she snapped, the rush of humiliation sweeping away rational thought. Heâd married her, rejected and abandoned her. âWhy should I trust you at all when you detest me so much you couldnât stand to be near me? You couldnât get me out of your life fast enough.â
She bit back her grief and anger, wanting to be as far away from him as possible. Just being near him muddled her mind. Suddenly it was all too much and she rushed past him, grabbed her handbag and headed for the door as fast as she could. She couldnât stay in this room a moment longer with him. Her emotions were in turmoil. Emotions sheâd thought she had well and truly under control were now running riot inside her.
She still had feelings for him, despite all heâd done. Feelings which meant she couldnât risk staying a moment longer with him in the suite, even with its capacious luxury.
âWhere are you going?â His deep voice rang with command, but she didnât stop.
âShopping. Anything to keep His Supreme Highness happy.â
âSarcasm doesnât become you, Amber,â he said as he crossed the room, joining her at the door.
Her heart sank. Couldnât she go out alone now? Was this an example of what her life in Barazbin would be like? A return to the restrictions of bodyguards and servants. âIâm quite capable of going shopping on my own.â She tossed the words at him and forced a smile.
âYou canât just wander the streets of London without security or an escort. Youâre a princess.â He marched alongside her as they made their way to the lift.
âHow dare you?â She rounded on him. âIâve been wandering the streets of Paris for the last few months, no thanks to you. Iâm sure I can manage to go out alone and buy a dress in London.â
âDonât be so dramatic. You make it sound like you were destitute, when the reality was very different.â He turned as the lift doors opened, walking in without a backward glance, obviously intent on being her escort and security.
More infuriated than sheâd ever been, she marched in after him. âWhat do you mean: âthe reality was very differentâ?â she asked as the lift enclosed them, wishing he wouldnât keep alluding to such things. If heâd thought she would approach him after that night and ask for financial support he didnât know her at all.
An uneasy feeling settled over her, as if he was waiting for her to trip up. He obviously didnât believe a word she said.
âYou are a princess, and you should be living like oneâno matter where that is.â His gaze held hers as he folded his arms across his chest and nonchalantly leaned against the polished lift wall, as if having such discussions in a lift were part of everyday life.
Shocked to the core, she could only stand and look at him, but his changing expression showed he was fast losing patience. He talked as if heâd given her vast sums of money, as if such an act had appeased the guilt of his rejection. Last night sheâd pushed aside those suggestions that sheâd been given money without much thought, but now it niggled in her mind.
Now wasnât the time to ask questions. He obviously thought she was trying to get as much money from him as possible. Why disabuse him of that opinion when it might just be what she needed? If he thought that was what she was doing, then getting him to agree to a divorce would be much easier, especially since sheâd finally accepted the truth, despite how she felt about himâshe needed to be completely free of him.
âObviously your idea of how a princess lives is different to mine,â she taunted him, pleased when he drew in a sharp breath. Let him think sheâd spent all his money. She didnât want it and she didnât want him. The important thing was to be able to
âNo, it isnât,â she snapped, the rush of humiliation sweeping away rational thought. Heâd married her, rejected and abandoned her. âWhy should I trust you at all when you detest me so much you couldnât stand to be near me? You couldnât get me out of your life fast enough.â
She bit back her grief and anger, wanting to be as far away from him as possible. Just being near him muddled her mind. Suddenly it was all too much and she rushed past him, grabbed her handbag and headed for the door as fast as she could. She couldnât stay in this room a moment longer with him. Her emotions were in turmoil. Emotions sheâd thought she had well and truly under control were now running riot inside her.
She still had feelings for him, despite all heâd done. Feelings which meant she couldnât risk staying a moment longer with him in the suite, even with its capacious luxury.
âWhere are you going?â His deep voice rang with command, but she didnât stop.
âShopping. Anything to keep His Supreme Highness happy.â
âSarcasm doesnât become you, Amber,â he said as he crossed the room, joining her at the door.
Her heart sank. Couldnât she go out alone now? Was this an example of what her life in Barazbin would be like? A return to the restrictions of bodyguards and servants. âIâm quite capable of going shopping on my own.â She tossed the words at him and forced a smile.
âYou canât just wander the streets of London without security or an escort. Youâre a princess.â He marched alongside her as they made their way to the lift.
âHow dare you?â She rounded on him. âIâve been wandering the streets of Paris for the last few months, no thanks to you. Iâm sure I can manage to go out alone and buy a dress in London.â
âDonât be so dramatic. You make it sound like you were destitute, when the reality was very different.â He turned as the lift doors opened, walking in without a backward glance, obviously intent on being her escort and security.
More infuriated than sheâd ever been, she marched in after him. âWhat do you mean: âthe reality was very differentâ?â she asked as the lift enclosed them, wishing he wouldnât keep alluding to such things. If heâd thought she would approach him after that night and ask for financial support he didnât know her at all.
An uneasy feeling settled over her, as if he was waiting for her to trip up. He obviously didnât believe a word she said.
âYou are a princess, and you should be living like oneâno matter where that is.â His gaze held hers as he folded his arms across his chest and nonchalantly leaned against the polished lift wall, as if having such discussions in a lift were part of everyday life.
Shocked to the core, she could only stand and look at him, but his changing expression showed he was fast losing patience. He talked as if heâd given her vast sums of money, as if such an act had appeased the guilt of his rejection. Last night sheâd pushed aside those suggestions that sheâd been given money without much thought, but now it niggled in her mind.
Now wasnât the time to ask questions. He obviously thought she was trying to get as much money from him as possible. Why disabuse him of that opinion when it might just be what she needed? If he thought that was what she was doing, then getting him to agree to a divorce would be much easier, especially since sheâd finally accepted the truth, despite how she felt about himâshe needed to be completely free of him.
âObviously your idea of how a princess lives is different to mine,â she taunted him, pleased when he drew in a sharp breath. Let him think sheâd spent all his money. She didnât want it and she didnât want him. The important thing was to be able to
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