Two weeks after the shooting, Vanessa still hadn't shown her face.
'Spoiled brat. She shot me and disappeared. Whatever. But now she is actually giving me the silent treatment? Two whole weeks without a single visit?'
The anger festered. The moment Watson got discharged, he sped all the way back to Pearson Villa. He threw the door open—and was met with nothing but silence. The place felt hollow, empty.
Her clothes were gone, as was her scent. Every trace of her had been wiped clean.
His chest tightened. A thought he'd never entertained before crept in, unwanted.
'Is Vanessa done with me?'
He shook his head almost immediately, almost laughed at himself.
'Ridiculous. No way. Her father is dead. Pearson Group is under my control. Even her credit cards are linked to my accounts. She can
