Home? Which home? Leah leaned against the wall, a flicker of fire passing through her almond-shaped eyes, and asked word by word: "Three years ago, was it you who sent someone to distract Griffith Squire to Europe?"
"Yes." The man admitted without thinking, his voice dry and deep, "Back then, he misunderstood me greatly. I intended to send him away for a while and build a relationship with you."
"Why cultivate a relationship with me? Because I look like your ex-wife?" Leah pressed on, asked coldly.
Richard Shaw's gaze deepened, instantly realizing she hadn't remembered the past, and Griffith Squire had clearly deliberately kept it hidden from her.
