The morning sun tells Katrina that it was time to wake up but she lay down still on her bed, the event of last night still vivid in her head.
After crying like a weak fool in front of Jace Holloway, he had dragged her into his car and drove her back to the mansion.
He opened the door for her like a gentleman and while she wanted to get down, she nearly fell and he grasped her, luckily.
His arms guarded her shoulders, and at that time, she looked into his eyes. It wasn’t filled with hatred but some sort of gentleness.
All through the night, she had been unable to shake the look off her head or stop herself from reading much into it.
It could be that he saw her as helpless and fragile last night and felt pity for her. He had even promised to make her life miserable, there was no way he
