Grace Gordon looked into Stanhope Brown's burning eyes and said, "There are too many supporters outside. Everyone else has left, and I'm the only one who hasn't... If your supporters find out, it won't be good..."
"What are you afraid of?" Stanhope chuckled. "I'm with my own wife in the car. Who would say anything?"
Grace furrowed her brow and grabbed her bag, ready to leave.
"Grace..." Stanhope leaned on the conference table and pulled her in front of him, "Are you prepared to live like this with me for the rest of our lives?"
"We can get a divorce..."
"I just announced my marriage, and now I'm supposed to get a divorce?" Stanhope laughed softly, his deep eyes filled with tender fragments.
He tucked Grace's hair behind her ear, and she didn't avoid it this time, standing defiantly.
Stanhope tilted his head, trying to meet her lowered gaze. "Do you want to help me win the general election or stop me?"
Grace frowned and raised her eyes, her pupils clear and cold.