Vincent sat at the dining table, idly pushing his fork through the plate of egg fried rice and pork ribs which he had barely touched. The maid glanced at him from the corner of the room, obviously confused that he had not eaten more than two spoons since she served him. Normally, he finished dinner quickly as every second mattered to a man like Vincent Blackthorn. But tonight, he looked like his mind was elsewhere.
His eyes dropped to his wristwatch again and checked the time.
7:12 pm.
His eyes narrowed slightly and his jaw ticked in annoyance.
Ariana had never stayed this late. On days when she did work late, it never went later than 6 pm. Past 7 was a new kind of late and while he didn’t want to seem controlling and obsessive, he was worried for her safety. He hoped that the pressure
