Aaron’s POV
I remembered her question about her father as I watched her sleeping face.
Right.
I was the one who helped her father get the job at my company.
I didn’t have a rational reason.
I just did it.
Her eyelids twitched. Slowly, she woke up. There was a brief pause before awareness fully returned, her eyes narrowing as they locked onto my face.
She shifted, sat up, and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Are you done working?” her voice was rough, still half-asleep.
I didn’t answer.
She glanced around the room. “Did you bring me here?”
Still nothing from me.
She reached into her pocket for her phone. The screen lit up her face.
“What time is it?” she murmured.
I turned, intending to leave but her fingers caught my wrist. The grip was light. Not forceful.
But en
