Charles observed for several days, and only after confirming that Derrick had stopped targeting Janet did he finally feel safe enough to return to where she was. Those days, how much he missed her—but the memory of the last time he saw her, the worried look on her face for another man, stirred a mix of love and hate inside him. If it were anyone else, maybe he wouldn't feel so extreme. But August was different—the hatred between them was something that couldn't be erased.
"Where's Janet?" When Charles returned to the villa, only two bodyguards he had hired were downstairs. He noticed that the food on the dining table had barely been touched.
"Miss Louis is in her room. She didn't eat dinner either."
Charles loosened the tie around his neck and walked upstairs, his face darkening. Was she protesting him with her own body?
