It was different from the first time - he thought. Different from the first time he held her wrist at the mall.
Back then, she had snapped at him with eyes simmering with rage. But now, as he held her in the serene room, she stared at him with hurt eyes. Why was she more attractive to him in her somber mood? It was insane.
"Let go," she muttered, her gaze holding his.
Slowly, he did.
"I mean no harm, Adira. I do hope you realize that."
She gave him a long stare, trying to make decisions in her head. Strangely, the words he'd said to her three weeks ago at the meeting room came racing through her mind:
'You'll need a man when your husband finally divorces you.'
She snapped out of it at once. Why the hell would she think of that? If she divorces Nikolai, there was no way she was g
