Camilla had already slept off in the car by the time they returned to the mansion. Not wanting to wake her, Cyrus scooped her into his arms and carried her to her room, where he laid her on the bed.

He stared at her for a while. Even in her sleep, her furrowed brows easily gave off her feeling of fear and exhaustion.

“Katrina must really be important to her,” Cyrus thought.

He covered her with the quilt before heading to the washroom.

Cyrus sat at the other side of the bed, his gaze fixed on his laptop screen as he typed away smoothly. There were so many emails he...