Liam opened his eyes and found the other side of the bed empty. Anna was gone. Only the faint trace of her perfume lingered in the air—a reminder of the heated night they had shared.
Jaw tight, Liam reached for his phone on the nightstand and dialed his assistant’s number.
“Find out who drugged my drink last night,” he ordered, his voice sharp and clipped. He didn’t wait for a response before ending the call. Then he rose and headed straight into the bathroom.
When Liam arrived at the Alonzo residence, he walked inside as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened the night before. His expression was relaxed, but his eyes immediately found Anna sitting at the dining table, her head bowed.
“Where have you been, Liam? And why did you let Anna go home alone?” Matilda scolded, sounding ir
