After work, Emily hit the lock button and reached for the car door.
But another hand stopped her.
"James?" She looked up, a bit thrown.
James looked terrible—face pale, dark circles under his eyes. He asked quietly, "Why won't you see me?"
Emily turned her head away. "If Mr. Carter has something to say, please contact my assistant."
"Emily." He grabbed her hand. "What will it take for you to forgive me?"
She yanked her hand back, forcing each word out flatly: "You'd have to die."
His lips instantly lost all color.
She couldn't bring herself to look at him again. Just as she pulled the car door open, he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
His voice was hoarse and right above her ear. "If that's really what you want… then fine."
Her chest tightened.
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