Chloe Bishop tidied up the study and returned to bed. Xavier Grayson's fever had subsided, and she finally closed her weary eyes in relief.
As she drifted into sleep, she felt herself pulled into Xavier Grayson's arms. His voice came low by her ear: "Chloe Bishop, don't betray me."
She nestled into his warmth, murmured something in her sleep, and sank into a deep slumber.
The next morning, she woke early. The space beside her was empty, the sheets cold—Xavier Grayson had been up for a long while.
Gone to the office already?
But she hadn't even told him about Marcus Martin.
She sprang up and ran out barefoot—and stopped short. There was Xavier Grayson, in a white shirt and black trousers, sleeves rolled up, carrying a plate of fried eggs and toast out of the kitchen.
The expensive wa
