Chapter 49. What Are You Doing?

Dean stared at me from the head of the stairs, the large bouquet of red roses in his hand falling to the floor.

“What kind of woman are you?” his voice was hoarse in disbelief. 

Despite my thumping heart, I stood stiffly.

Although it was an illogical hope, there was a tiny chance he did not know about the affair and was simply talking about something else. 

This wouldn't be the first time such a thing has happened.

But as he walked closer to me, I started to creep away from the door, turning so I could circle him and run down the stairs.

If he was still unaware of the affair, I had to lure him away from here, so Colt could leave the bedroom unseen.

“Don’t even dare.” Dean guessed my intention, his nose twitching. 

But I dared. I rounded him, running for the stairs.

He tried to grab at me, but I twisted out of his reach. 

Unfortunately, I’d misjudged my distance to the stairs. 

I slipped.

A maid