Chapter 6

Alistair’s POV

The moment I received the call—that my little wife was preparing to flee the country—I didn’t hesitate. “Reverse the car,” I instructed my chauffeur, tone clipped and urgent. Fortunately, we were only a short distance from the airport. My heart hammered with a mix of indignation and something far hotter as we sped back toward departure gates.

When we pulled up, my bodyguards formed a neat semicircle around her. There she stood, framed by the revolving doors and the glare of fluorescent lights. In that instant, her worry was unmistakable. She looked so helpless—eyes wide, cheeks flushed—a damsel who’d been cornered. Oddly enough, it only made her more adorable in my eyes.

I stepped out of the car, buttoning my tailored jacket as I approached. Her small eyes widened further at my approach, and I caught the moment when her cheeks turned a vivid pink, as if she’d been caught in a secret she’d rather have kept. My pulse quickened. She was so innoce