Chapter 36 Has He Slept With Nancy

Nancy looked up and saw a woman leaning against the doorway, dressed in a wine-red velvet gown, and a knowing smile playing on her lips. She looked to be in her early 30s, with an air of grace and sensuality. She was none other than Sabrina Holt, the owner of Rosewood Manor. Sebastian tilted his head slightly to glance at the bedraggled Nancy. "Someone unimportant." Sabrina's smile deepened as she gave Nancy a long, meaningful once-over. "You really haven't changed," she remarked to Sebastian, then stepped aside and motioned them inside. "Come on in. The rain's heavy. Let's move to my glass conservatory for some hot tea." He nodded and followed her in, leaving Nancy behind. She smiled bitterly as she watched them retreat, side-by-side. Unimportant, huh? Note taken. Though she had an umbrella, the wind on the mountaintop was fierce. The rain still soaked her hair, making it cling uncomfortably to her skin. She glanced around, hoping to find a servant and ask where she could find