For the entire night, Aiden Sinclair held her. He didn't do anything else—he just held her.
Aiden Sinclair's unusual behavior put Nina Walsh on guard. 'Is he pitying me because he found out I'm sick?'
Exhausted, Nina stayed on guard for a while before finally relaxing and closing her eyes. She fell asleep, no longer caring about his motives, whether he was just holding her or something more.
Worried about the bid, Nina Walsh woke up early. The space beside her on the bed was already cold.
Aiden Sinclair was gone. Nina Walsh's first reaction was a pang of disappointment. The moment she realized it, she immediately scolded herself internally.
Nina Walsh climbed out of bed, found her purse, and headed for the front door.
Nina Walsh twisted the handle with all her might, but the lock didn't budge.
The smart lock had been overridden and locked. It was impossible to open without the code.
"Where are you going?" Aiden Sinclair's voice came from behind her.
