Yancy Hastings scrutinized Fiona Sutton's expression, trying to detect any unusual emotions, but his efforts were futile.
"Of course, I don't care. What is there to care about?"
Fiona Sutton forced a smile, her expression perplexed.
"Get out!"
Yancy Hastings turned aside, his face dark as he spat out the word.
Fiona Sutton paused, taken aback. "I hope you keep your word."
With those parting words, she opened the door and left the room.
Yancy Hastings remained alone in the spacious room, motionless, his expression exceptionally grim.
It had to be said, the upbringing he'd received from a young age had deeply ingrained some old-fashioned ideas in him.
A girl who didn't even care about such things.
And yet, he had to admit, he himself cared desperately.
After checking out of the hotel, Yancy Hastings drove back to the military base at breakneck speed.
