Chapter 161

I went on alert and cast a careful glance behind me.

From the look of them — work-worn and rowdy — it was a group of mercenaries just finished with a job. And the topic of their conversation was, unmistakably, me.

Emily and I held our breath and listened in unison.

"Once I find the Duchess, I'm divorcing the wife and remarrying my Rosie on the spot."

"Heh heh. You piece of work. Ten years your wife's been running your household and you'd dump her in a heartbeat."

"Can't be helped. My Rosie's carrying my child."

"Oi. Doesn't Angela carry your child too? Someone would think you've got no kids with your wife."

"Listen. Pretty mother, pretty kid — that's how it works. Angie looks just like her mum — bleak as anything. Always hovering around reading my mood, always wearing those same worn-out clothes. The pair of them, mother…