There, my stomach dropped as I saw Amelia’s car parked out front of Rafael’s house.
I should go home. This wasn’t any of my business.
But how could she trust Rafael? What if he was up to something?
I would check on her. Make sure she was okay. Then, if she wanted me to leave, I would go.
Decided, I parked outside of the mansion, then hurried to the door.
That same butler, Geoffrey, opened the door. He gave me a bored expression.
“I’m looking for Amber,” I said.
The butler continued to look at me.
“I know she’s here,” I said, gesturing to the car. “I’ve tried calling but her phone is off. I just want to make sure she’s okay.”
Amber’s POV
Sitting at the dining room table, Rafael and I had yet to eat when the doorbell rang. I knew, even before hearing his voice echoing from the
