No one dared to say anything.

It was just their first meal together, but the tension was so thick that one could cut it with a knife. Neither Phillip nor Elizabeth agreed to see eye-to-eye with each other.

Elizabeth set her fork and spoon down and left the dining room early with Ariel in tow.

As for Phillip, he asked Yvonne to join him in his study later.

It was Thanksgiving tomorrow, and the moon hung brightly in the night sky.

Phillip was in great spirits, so he invited Yvonne for a drink under the moonlight on the balcony.

He'd brewed his own alcohol—moonshine—and Yvonne could taste the perfect balance of sourness and sweetness in it.

Before she knew it, she'd already downed several cups of moonshine. She was about to pour herself another cup when Phillip stopped her.

"If you leave my room drunk, Stephen's going to be very cross with me." Phillip looked at her with a smile and asked, "Were you upset about what happened today?"

Yvonne could tell that he'd invited her over fo