Chapter 17

Sasha, her face still swollen from Eleanor’s slap and her illness unhealed, endured a sleepless night outside William’s penthouse, yet remained barred from entry. Although the biting autumn wind had somewhat cooled her boiling rage, by the next morning, her high fever had returned with a vengeance. Weeping like a pear blossom bathed in rain, she sent a string of pitiful messages to William, but th