When Catherine arrived at the café Lilian had mentioned, she spotted Lilian from afar—and also noticed the man sitting with her. It was Bert, the very person she planned to avoid for the rest of her life.
Perhaps because it was Sunday and he wasn't working, he was dressed a bit more casually. A black cashmere turtleneck emphasized the flawless lines of his jaw and the sharp contours of his features. A gray wool coat draped over him added an air of quiet nobility. He was the kind of man who attracted attention simply by sitting there, saying nothing.
Catherine froze in place. She never expected him to be here.
Lilian spotted her as well and stood up, waving enthusiastically.
"Catherine, over here!"
Catherine had no choice but to walk over. Just as she approached, Lilian immediately began explaining:
"Catherine, my husband has something to take care of this afternoon, so I dragged bert along to be my driver. You know how inconvenient it is for a pregnant woman to go out alone…"
