"Silas, is that you? I'm tired. I'm going to sleep for a bit."
The woman's words caused the man's expression to freeze, and a flash of hurt crossed his eyes...
The man led the woman out of the hotel. As he glanced at the banners flanking the entrance, a dark expression settled on his handsome face...
He hailed a taxi and went to a nearby hotel.
Once in the hotel room, he gently laid the woman on the bed.
Watching her sleep, he reached out to caress her face, his voice trembling slightly. "Mika Summers, tell me, what on earth must I do for you to forgive me and come back to my side?"
After he spoke, Tristan Grayson gave a bitter, self-mocking smile.
He carefully undressed her, then lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom.
Throughout the bath, he did his best to avert his gaze. He had just about finished washing her and was about to carry her out when she suddenly opened her eyes, staring straight at him.
