Chapter 3 . She'd hired a private investigator to look into Latoya : twenty - three years old , vocational training in nursing , born in a Houston suburb . Her parents worked odd jobs in the city . Her younger brother was a dropout with a gambling problem . When Rosalind first discovered Christopher's involvement with this girl , she'd racked her brain . What could possibly make Christopher , a man who had everything , fall for someone with average looks , average figure , limited education , and modest background ? Was it because of those hands ? Or had fifteen years together simply bored him ? Christopher returned to find Rosalind exactly where she had been , as if she'd never gone to the garage his secrets . A soft smile still lingered on his lips , the warmth not yet faded from his eyes . He slipped his phone back into the inner pocket of his suit jacket . " Rosa , I need to head out . " Liza emerged just then carrying a steaming cup of coffee . " Going out this late , Mr. Foret ? Business ? " " Mmm , " Christopher murmured . " Someone important wants to buy me dinner . " Christopher's car pulled away quickly . " Mrs. Foret , drink this while it's hot , " Liza urged . " Mr . Foret insisted . " Rosalind took the mug . " It's too hot . I'll let it cool . Go to rest , Liza . It's late . " " Please do remember to drink it . " " I will . " As soon as Liza hung up her apron and left , Rosalind swiftly poured the coffee down the toilet and flushed it . She grabbed sunglasses and a face mask and slipped out the door . She hailed a cab . " Follow that car . " Thirty minutes later , Christopher's black Range Rover pulled up in front of a dilapidated apartment building . Moments later , a slender figure darted out , yanked open the passenger door with practiced ease , and slid inside . Pale , graceful hands wrapped around his broad shoulders as she tilted her head up to meet his lips . Even braced for it , the sight of the couple locked in an embrace inside the car froze Rosalind for a long moment . " Miss ? They're moving . Keep following ? " Rosalind snapped back to reality . " Yes . Follow them . " Ten minutes later , Christopher led Latoya into a trendy lounge bar . 19:51 2.7 % < Chapter 3 From the moment they stepped out of the car , Latoya clung to Christopher's arm , chatting animatedly . Outside a private booth , a group of young men waited . " Mr. Foret . Mrs. Foret , " they greeted respectfully . Latoya glanced around nervously at the plush surroundings . " I thought I was treating you ? " She pouted playfully . " Places like this are way out of my budget . " Christopher chuckled indulgently . " And where did you plan to take me ? That street food market ? " " That market is amazing ! " Latoya protested . " I could feed you from one end to the other ! " " And spend the entire next day regretting it , " Christopher retorted dryly . Latoya stuck her tongue out . " Your stomach's just too delicate ! I eat there all the time and I'm fine ! " One of the young men laughed . " See ? Mrs. Foret's thrifty and sensible . Lucky man . " Menu " Yes , Latoya is thrifty and sensible . Only I'm the spendthrift , buying jewelry every single day , " Rosalind thought bitterly . < Chapter 4 Menu Chapter 4 .