Francis Claire's brother, comes back from the grocery store, after have left the police station, what happens when he finds Thornton by Claire's cottage, meanwhile, what causes Gene's heart attack; and will Mrs. Wallington, Claire's seamstress survive?
I cannot tell you, but I can tell you this dear, Mr. Androusey always gets what he wants, not this time "Gerald quoted!"
What does that mean, maybe I ought to tell him when he comes out of the shower, she threatened?
I don't think so Ms.Claire, otherwise I'll have to tell Thornton you tried to run.It be wise to keep this to ourselves don't you think, as he let loose of her wrist.
Claire kept pleading for answers, just when Thornton made a surprise entrance into the kitchen...
Why aren't you upstairs showering for dinner my princess, what do you want from Gerald?She was asking me not to put mint jelly on her plate of Duck, she doesn't like it sir, Gerald explained.Thank you Gerald, as Claire exits to bathe for dinner.
They began to blanket themselves, soaring with passion, rustling through the leaves.
Moans of pleasure echoed throughout, they're moisten beaded sweat of bodies entwined.
Claire had called out Sebastian's name in the heat of the moment!
Shush, as he placed his left clammy hand over her mouth of velvet sensuous lips. Its just you and I Claire, destiny my child, Thornton whispered her ear.
You must learn to live and accept this marriage, I can love you more than Sebastian could ever, convincing his ego.
Thornton began to release his hand, caressing long luscious brown hair of curl, that captured her face of splendor, thirsty for more.
Pulling her close with arms of steel, you could sense the tension between the two, as their lips met.
Fighting the resistance of pleasure, that grew within.
Thornton pulled back on Claire's hair, as his lips showered her neck with kisses of raging lust on her olive skin. Claire tried fighting off what she had felt, yet the temptation was too irresistible to overcome.
The two had went off hand in hand, as they headed to walk about through the fortress.
Swiftly rushing back to the table, Claire had tripped.
My goodness dear, what do we have here, what happened to you, asked Thornton?
Were you listening to our conversation, that's a far stretch from your chair my darling, as Thornton reached down, clutching Claire's hand, back up to her feet.
No I was not, and I do not appreciate you calling me Mrs. Androusey, while tearing her hand away from his.
I had gotten up and I took a look over by the lake, and on my way back to the table dear, I tripped on my dress, "she explained." So what's wrong with Gerald, what did he have to say to you, wondering if he had mentioned that they knew each other?
Nothing to be concerned, sit have you scraped your knee, lifting of the dress.
Claire swatted his hand, I don't need your help, I can take care of it myself, her voice filled with sarcasm.