Apollo
The moment the doors opened, my eyes landed on Chase’s hand.
He was still holding Grace’s, his chest heaving like he had just run a marathon. He sighed in relief, and he even had the audacity to smile, as if he was proud of dragging her in here just in time, before the meeting could begin.
His brows furrowed, his fingers twitching. “Hmm? Why do I feel like someone is glaring at me?” he muttered under his breath, scratching the back of his head. He looked around the room, until his gaze found mine.
His eyes widened, and he dropped Grace’s hand instantly, as though holding it a second longer would cost him his life.
Smart man.
That was why I still kept him, despite everything, he knew when to act, when to step back, and when to stop before he crossed a line he couldn’t retur
