The door had barely clicked shut before Elisia let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.
She sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over her face, trying to piece together what had just happened.
Liam Snowdon—the man who controlled boardrooms like a chess master, who never let anything slip past his carefully crafted walls—had just admitted that he couldn’t pretend.
And yet, he had still walked away.
Elisia exhaled sharply and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the cool air against her skin grounding her. The hotel room felt different now—too quiet, too empty, as if Liam had taken something with him when he left.
What the hell are we doing?
She knew better than to get caught up in something like this.
She had spent years carving out a space for herself in this world, provin
