Clara let out a startled gasp when she recognized James Lancaster. "Oh... it's you," she stammered nervously. "You're back already..."
Her voice faded to a whisper as she guiltily lowered her gaze.
She quickly pocketed her phone, desperately hoping he hadn't seen those news articles yet.
James's eyes darkened imperceptibly. He'd taken an earlier flight just to see her sooner.
Yet instead of delight, she seemed startled by his sudden return.
That hesitant tone—did she not want him here?
He stood before her, his towering frame casting an intimidating shadow over her petite figure, the air between them heavy with tension.
"I couldn't wait to see you," he said, his voice husky from exhaustion. "Didn't you miss me?"
Clara bit her lip nervously, her cheeks burning crimson as she remained
