Chapter 558
- Tedmond turned his head to look at Thomas.
- “The doctor said I need exercise,” Tedmond interrupted, a sharp, knowing grin cutting through his fatigue. “Walking the ballroom floor counts. Besides, I owe it to Persis. If she fought a war for me, the least I can do is stand at her side when she claims victory.”
- His gaze held Thomas’s, softening but only slightly.