Afterward, Kendrick returned to the car, sitting in the back seat. He took Annabelle's hand and asked, “Why are your hands so cold?”
Annabelle moved closer to him and nestled into his arms. “It’s a bit chilly.”
Kendrick wrapped his arm around her shoulders, kissed her forehead, and adjusted the air conditioning in the back seat.
At that moment, he was even more certain that the person she had spoken with earlier was connected to Ryan.
Who else could have made her mood suddenly shift like that, turning her so upset and melancholic?
He gently tightened his embrace around her. “Drive.”
The car smoothly left the hotel and headed towards their residence.
Ryan stood on the balcony, watching as Annabelle’s car disappeared into the distance.
Behind him came the sound of high heels clicking
