Chapter 55

It was so quiet it was almost inaudible, but she heard it, sending a breaking pain through every cell of her body. Seeing a slight hint of sadness in that calm, controlled face for the first time.

She lost all traces of anger and instead felt broken that she had hated him for being able to move on, and here he was looking as sad as her; then, in a fleeting moment, it was gone. He cleared his throat, and his face returned to unreadable coolness. A look of determination taking its place. Return to typical Rob.

“I’m still driving you home, though.” He said with more strength in his voice.

She moved to argue, but he slid his hand into hers, interlocking fingers in a way too intimate hold and pulled her toward the manor, ignoring her protests. Cutting along the outside of the fete in full swing, his hot, strong hand holding her in an inescapable grip and his stride pulling her onwards whether she wanted to or not. Trying to pull his hand off and free hers, he only tight