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other women would have seen. Her capitulation to him had been total, joyful, and his betrayal had left her defenceless.
    She’d fled, seeking a new life here in China, vowing never to make the same mistake again. From now on men would no longer exist. Neither would love, or anything that reminded her of ‘the whole romantic nonsense’ as she inwardly called it. And so she would be safe.
    On that comforting thought, she fell asleep.
    But tonight her sleep was mysteriously disturbed. Phantoms chased through her dreams, making her hot and cold by turns, causing her blood to race and her heart to pound. She awoke abruptly to find herself sitting up in bed, not knowing when it had happened, not knowing anything, except that suddenly there was no safety in all the world.

CHAPTER TWO
    T HE next day Olivia felt down from the moment she awoke. The sight of herself in the bathroom mirror was off-putting. Where was the vibrant young woman in her twenties with a slender figure, rich, honey-coloured hair and large blue eyes that could say so much?
    â€˜I don’t think she ever really existed,’ she informed her reflection gloomily. ‘You’re the reality.’
    She wondered if she might still be in shock from her nasty fall, but dismissed that as just making excuses.
    â€˜I’m a hag,’ she muttered. ‘I look older than I am. I’m too thin, and my hair is just plain drab. I’ll be going grey next.’
    The woman in the mirror stared back, offering not a glimmer of sympathy. Normally Olivia wore her wavy hair long and bouncy but today she pulled it back into an efficient-looking bun. It suited her mood.
    The day continued to be glum for no apparent reason. Her students were attentive and well-behaved, lunch was appetizing and her friends on the staff made kindly enquiries as to her health. Mrs Wu even tried to send her home.
    â€˜It’s a reaction to that fall,’ she said. ‘Go home and rest.’
    â€˜Dong doesn’t seem to need rest,’ Olivia pointed out. ‘I actually had to stop him trying to climb that tree again.’
    â€˜It’s up to you,’ the headmistress said sympathetically. ‘But feel free to leave when you feel like it.’
    She stuck it out to the end of the day, tired and grumpy, wanting to go home yet not looking forward to the empty apartment. Finally she delivered some papers to the headmistress and slipped out of the building by a side door, instead of the main entrance that she would normally have used. Then she stopped, arrested by the sight that met her eyes.
    Dr Mitchell was there.
    Now she knew that this moment was always meant to happen.
    He was sitting on a low wall near the main entrance. Olivia paused for a moment just as he rose and began to pace restlessly and look at the main door as though expecting somebody to come through it. Occasionally he consulted his watch.
    She backed off until she was in shadow under the trees, but still able to see him clearly. She realised that her view of him the day before had been constricted by the surroundings of his office. He was taller than she remembered, not muscular, but lean with a kind of casual elegance that yet hinted at tension and control.
    Yesterday he’d been in command on his own territory. Now he was uncertain.
    She began to walk towards him, calling, ‘Can I help you?’
    His face brightened at once, convincing her that she was the one he’d been awaiting. Mysteriously the day’s cares began to fall away from her.
    â€˜I thought I’d drop in to see how my patients are,’ he said, moving towards her.
    â€˜Do you always do follow-up visits from the clinic?’
    He shook his head. His eyes were mischievous.
    â€˜Just this time,’ he said.
    â€˜Thank you. Dong has already gone home, but he’s fine.’
    â€˜But what about you? You were hurt as well.’
    â€˜It was only a few scratches, and I was cared for by an