Patrick sat alone in the study, his brows tightly knitted.
Though the night had grown deep, he felt no trace of sleepiness. Instead, his mind kept replaying the events of the evening—Larissa's frail demeanor, Karina's deliberate hostility, and those amber eyes.
Those eyes... they inexplicably reminded him of that wedding night.
Back then, he couldn't clearly see the woman's face, but he distinctly remembered her behavior: avoiding his gaze, exuding an inconcealable awkwardness and nervousness.
Thinking about Karina's usual demeanor, Patrick felt more and more convinced that the woman from that night couldn't have been her.
He picked up the glass of water on the desk, only to find it had gone cold. His brow furrowed slightly.
The memory of Larissa's carefulness when bringing him his l
