Chapter 110
Trista's POV
I saw Cassian step out of the car, and my brow instinctively furrowed.
The moment Samantha saw him, she hurriedly bent down to scoop up the small boxes on the ground, shoving them into the deepest corner of her handbag.
She moved with a desperate, frantic energy, as if terrified of being caught.
She approached him with a submissive smile. "Cassian, what are you doing here?"
Cassian's gaze lingered for a few seconds on the distinct finger marks on Samantha's cheek.
He spoke with a voice that was cold and precise, "I'm here to pick up Trista."
Behind him, the car window slid down, and I saw Alaina sitting inside.
Panic instantly flooded Samantha's eyes. Guilt was written all over her face as she stammered an explanation. "Cassian, I just happened to run into
