Seeing Yuri Sinclair's cold attitude, Ashley Bowen hugged herself, shot him a look, and scurried out of the room.
Back in her own room, she was still a little shaken. But then, a thought struck her, and she scratched her head in confusion.
'Aren't the rumors that the Third Prince has a violent temper? I feel like I've already driven him up the wall, but he hasn't been that cruel to me, has he?'
'It just means the rumors are false. The Third Prince's temper is "not so bad."'
That night, Ashley Bowen slept soundly, as if she didn't have a care in the world.
The next morning, she washed up and went downstairs, but Yuri Sinclair was nowhere to be seen at the dining table.
'Yuri Sinclair must have official business,' Ashley Bowen thought. 'He probably left early to take care of it.'
