Chapter 60. Sound of Joy

“I see that you are having a good time, Rohan,” Andrew glowered at him.

“Just listening to your wife’s adventures, Jordan,” Maxwell answered mildly.

Celia grinned and continued, “We sorted it all out, though. I insisted on calling Sylby, of course. How distrustful of me!”

“You were just being cautious,” Andrew said in her defence.

She beamed at him and patted his hand absentmindedly as she continued, “It turned out that Sylby would be gone for longer than she intended, so she chose to rent the place out to whoever might need it. She didn’t want her paintings to feel lonely.”

Andrew snorted, “Sounds like cock-and..."

“Her choice, babe,” Celia said, and Andrew shrugged.

“She is very polite, though. She must have been itching to tell me to mind my effing business, but she was polite to me. Her name is Beatrice. She would only be here for a month. I like her. We are going to be friends,” she decided on the spot.

“I thought Sylby was your friend?