Zane had his gaze lingering on the door of her room while he sat at the dining table with his arms folded across his chest, waiting patiently for her. His body still swirled with excitement over the near intimacy he had been yearning to experience again.
He had missed her badly.
Although he wouldn't give up—there was always another day, another chance—and he needed her permission to make it come true.
Suddenly, someone's footsteps clicked on the floor with an approaching echo that caught Zane's attention.
Just then, Clarissa came into view, her expression masked with concern.
"Zane!" she called out, quickening her steps toward him.
Zane stood from his seat, looking puzzled by her presence in the mansion. His lips parted to ask, but she ran into his arms.
Clarissa wrapped her arms around him tightly as she muttered, "I heard what you did and I was afraid I'd lose you. How can you go to such extremes?" Her voice cracked with pain.
