After Liam returned to his office from the café that Gwen had basically dragged him to—claiming he owed her a date—he ended the outing earlier than expected. His mind and soul had remained trapped downstairs the moment he saw Chloe’s face. Despite Gwen’s attempts to spice things up by throwing herself at him, his thoughts were elsewhere.
At first, he hadn’t understood why she had booked the entire upper floor. Now, it was painfully clear. His mind drifted back to their conversation earlier that day.
“Do you hate me, Liam?” Gwen had asked, blinking at him with a pitiful look in her smoldering eyes. Her voice had pulled him from his thoughts.
“No,” he deadpanned, offering only a subtle reply.
A quick pang of relief washed over her. She closed the distance between them, holding his gaze w
