The walk back was silent. With Jax escorting her, Annabelle returned to her villa.
It was a beautiful seaside retreat, with a back porch extending into a small private dock—almost as if the entire Indian Ocean was her personal backyard pool.
Unfortunately, she had no time to admire or enjoy the scenery.
Right now, all she wanted was to find Kendrick and explain her thoughts to him.
As she passed by the study, she saw Kendrick sitting at his laptop, frowning as his fingers clattered across the keyboard. He was clearly busy handling work.
Annabelle hesitated for a moment but chose not to disturb him. Instead, she headed to the bedroom to unpack.
The moment she walked away, Kendrick glanced up from his screen, pressing his lips together.
She had already reached the door—why didn’t she
