Chapter 37
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Every part of Daisy’s body was pounding with anger as she marched away. She didn’t look back. Somehow, she knew Theo would have the sense not to follow her this time.
It was his gall to put words in her mouth that really got to her. The way he had said she wouldn’t have children because of the business. He was implying she was selfish. That was what he was doing. And then to bring up Heather at a point in a conversation where tensions were already so high. It was like he was after a fight.
Another thought tugged in Daisy’s chest. Maybe that was exactly what he had been after. Maybe he had seen Heather, decided he’d made a mistake, and come back hoping to bait and goad and upset Daisy so much that she was the one who ended things. Well, he’d been sorely mistaken. If he wanted to break off this engagement – or whatever the hell it was they were going through – then he would have to look her in the eye as he did it.
Daisy’s pace didn’t slow. If anything, it got quicker. She needed to put space between them, and that was exactly what she intended to do. Several minutes after storming off, she reached a narrow track labelled as a public footpath that led off the caravan park’s land. As she finally began to slow, the last time they’d had a big argument resurfaced in her mind. It had been when Theo had discovered that she’d been secretly seeing him and Christian at the same time. She hadn’t meant to end up in such a sticky situation, having been desperate to find a way out of it, but she’d not wanted to hurt either of them. In the end, though, the way Theo had found out had been particularly cruel, given that Christian had kissed Daisy in front of dozens of people at the charity auction. But Daisy had owned up to her mess and taken full responsibility for how badly everything had gone. This time, however, there was no chance she was going to go back with a grovelling apology. She was not the one in the wrong.
Daisy didn’t know where she was walking. All she knew was that she wouldn’t stop until she had calmed down, and at this rate, she would be halfway back to the Cotswolds before that happened.
Still steaming with fury, she looked along the track a little way ahead and spotted a building that looked remarkably like a pub. With a new purpose to her walk, she picked up the pace. She didn’t care how many bottles of wine were sitting in carrier bags in the tent. Drinking them would mean going back to Theo, and that wasn’t something she wanted to do.