The air in the retreat carried a kind of silence Tracy wasn’t used to.
No honking cars, no flashing cameras, no distant chatter of staff hurrying through the penthouse halls. Just stillness, broken only by the occasional chirp of birds or the rustle of trees.
It should have been peaceful. But the way Alex’s expression hardened with each buzz of his phone made the silence suffocating instead.
Tracy stood in the middle of the living room, her arms crossed, watching him pace. He spoke in low tones, voice sharp and controlled, but she caught fragments.
“…not now… I said keep it contained… don’t contact me here.”
Her stomach tightened. Here. So the retreat wasn’t just for peace—it was a hiding place.
When he hung up, he caught her staring. His jaw clenched, his eyes a warning.
“Curiosity
