Chapter 4

Maxwell’s POV

The private butler approached the table carrying a cream envelope.

“Mr. Vance, your wife asked me to deliver this at exactly nine o’clock.”

Arabella wiped her eyes. “Estelle sent you something?”

He leaned back, relief replacing his irritation.

Of course she had.

Estelle had always been dramatic when she was hurt, but she never stayed angry. The envelope was probably her way of apologizing without admitting she had overreacted.

“What did she say?” he asked.

The butler placed it before him.

“She said it was the anniversary gift she promised you.”

Arabella looked away as he opened it.