Now that Kendrick’s wounds had healed, he was, of course, able to engage in certain activities again.
But for some reason—maybe because he had been abstinent for days, or maybe for another reason—Annabelle felt that this time, he was way too aggressive and domineering.
It was like a raging storm, almost too much for her to bear.
Afterward, he didn’t say much—just pressed a kiss to her cheek before getting up to make a call.
She overheard him talking to Jax, saying, “Yes, book an earlier flight for tomorrow…”
That night, Annabelle finished packing, preparing to return home first thing in the morning.
Yet, an odd atmosphere hung between her and Kendrick.
They weren’t exactly giving each other the cold shoulder, nor were they having a fight.
Fights always had a reason, and since they
