ssing a tear in the fabric of reality. But within minutes, the paperwork was signed, the fee was paid, a

lently to the curb. The driver stayed behind the wheel. It was Damien who opened the rear passenger do

t power. She looked down at the certificate in her hands, her name printed next to his.

deep exhaustion in its wake. The stress, the injury, the emotional upheaval-it all crashed down a

faint blue shadows under her eyes, the pallor of her skin that even her stunning beauty couldn't completely hide. With a silent touch to a console, he

ed, "Mr. Knight... about my situation. The scandal at the wedding. Y

low and steady. "It's of no consequence

It sounded so solid, so permanent. She didn't have the energy to ar

uckled his seatbelt, exited the car, and came around to her side. He opened her door and, with an ease that

ad nestling instinctively agains

rance, a line of staff, led by an impeccably dressed older man, stood waiting. Their professional composure shattered for a split second-eyes wide at the sight of their employer carrying a

n't break his stride, carrying Adelina through th

n shades of charcoal and cream. He gently laid her down on the king-siz

her sleep. His face was unreadable, his dark eyes h