Hannah quickly got ready, and she and Quennel left for dinner.
Back at the hospital, the combination of the medication and Lionel’s return made Sandra drowsy. Soon, she was fast asleep.
Lionel sat on the sofa, his eyes half-closed as he stared at his dark phone screen, his mind in turmoil.
Hannah on one side, Sandra’s wedding on the other… and all of it orchestrated by Quennel.
“Sir, are you thinking about going to see your wife?” Cora asked, noticing his tormented expression.
Lionel didn’t answer, his grip on the phone tightening. “If Sandra wakes up, tell her I went to the office to handle some work.”
Cora was about to say more, but he was already striding out the door.
He was so obviously going to see Hannah, yet he still made up such a clumsy excuse.
When Sandra woke up, she would tell her everything. That he had rushed out to see Hannah, and that the reason he’d been so late to arrive in the first place was because he’d been with Hannah.
No matter what, she had to make their relationship completely toxic.
Lionel drove to Quennel’s house and rang the bell, but no one answered. He tried the building’s main entrance, with the same result. Only then did it occur to him to call Quennel.
At the rooftop garden restaurant, Quennel and Hannah were seated at the best table, overlooking the glittering lights of Sova. The elegant music filled the air, and for the first time all day, Hannah’s restless heart began to calm.
Just as Quennel was about to speak, his phone vibrated. He glanced at the caller ID and then looked up at Hannah.

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