Chapter 396
- “Carlyle,” Regina murmured to herself, finding familiarity between that name and the name she had heard Leopold speak of once during their marriage, behind the closed door of his office.
- “David,” Mary Margaret grabbed hold of her husband’s bicep. “I think she’s heard enough. We should probably let her rest.”
- “Right,” David nodded. “We’ll let you rest, Regina, but we’ll be making our rounds.”