Cynthia’s breath caught in her throat as Collins stepped forward, his smirk sending a shiver down her spine. He shut the door behind him with an air of nonchalance, but there was something in his eyes—a calculated gleam that set every nerve in her body on edge.
“Miss me?” he repeated, his voice low and mocking.
Cynthia’s pulse pounded. Her feet were rooted to the floor, her mind scrambling for a response. Collins was unpredictable, and right now, he looked anything but friendly.
“What are you doing here, Collins?” she forced out, keeping her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest.
He tilted his head, feigning curiosity. “What? No warm welcome? No, ‘Oh, Collins, I’ve missed you so much’?” His lips curled in a sneer. “Oh, that’s right. You’re too busy playing house with Mike.”
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