Lena took a cold shower, letting the water run over her as she tried to calm her racing thoughts. But it didn’t help much. When she finally stepped out, she felt drained—both physically and mentally. The house was silent, and it made her wonder if Rhys was still around. She slowly made her way to the elevator and went downstairs.

Her steps led her straight to the door, but she paused. She felt a gaze on her. Lena slowly turned. Rhys sat at the dining table. His hair was slightly damp, and he was dressed in dark casual clothes, looking composed. As if nothing had happened between them. “Come. Sit.”...