Chapter 85

Marco stood frozen with his hand still mid-air where Grace had blocked him. His pulse pounded as each beat echoed the frustration, the disbelief, and the sheer fucking

helplessness

clawing at his chest.

She had locked herself away for three days.

Three days of silence. Three days of ignoring everyone. Three days of waiting for her to

snap out of it, to barge out of that damn room with a scowl and some sharp remark just

to prove she was still her usual herself.

But she hadn’t.

And now, after all that time, she just

walked out

of the room with

a

calm, detached demeanor as if those three days had never happened?

The moment she began to walk downstairs, something in Marco

snapped.

“Like hell you’re walking away from this.”

His body moved on instinct.

In swift movements, he chased after her. His fingers wrapped around her wrist in a firm, unyielding grip before she could reach her car.