The traffic began to crawl forward, but for Liam Martin, time had slowed to a torturous grind. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the side profile of the woman in the Rolls-Royce.
How could Chloe look at Xavier like that?
The flush on her face, that specific, dew-bright radiance... it was a look he had selfishly guarded for years. To see it directed at Xavier Grayson—a man known for his cruelty and coldness—ignited a bonfire of irrational, possessive fury in his chest. But beneath the anger, a cold sliver of panic began to take root.
"Xavier, this is the way to my house!" Chloe’s voice drifted through the gap in the windows, light and genuinely happy.
"Mm," Xavier replied, his tone clipped but not unkind.
Encouraged by the response, Chloe leaned
