Augustine couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned in bed, regret gnawing at him. In a moment of anger, he had done something completely out of character—he had forcefully kissed Anne.
He flipped on his back. Staring at the ceiling, he pressed his fingers against his forehead. 'Should I go and apologize to her?' he wondered to himself.
'Why should you apologize?' a voice in his head countered. 'She had no business talking to Denis in the first place.'
Although remorse tugged at him, doubts still clouded his mind. He had expected Anne to keep her distance from Denis, yet she had continued speaking with him on the phone. That had made him lose control.
'Does she still have feelings for Denis?' The thought unsettled him. 'Is she the type of woman who wavers between two men?'
As soon as the question arose, he dismissed it.
