Chapter 97

He scanned the…What was this place? Not a lounge and not quite a conservatory. Too much glass gave it the outlook of an orangery, but there were so many chairs, small tables, hanging decorations, free-standing screens, plants, and he didn’t know how many metal objects, it scarcely gave the impression of a space used for enjoying the garden. A designer gone haywire. The staff must hate cleaning the area. The chaos seemed a fitting spot for one of April’s tantrums. Maybe he should try to head off the argument.

“April, please—”

“Don’t pleaseme. You don’t please me at all.”