The man stood up and stepped back several paces, leaning his tall frame against the wall and distantly watching the woman curled up on the large bed.
The woman's constant trembling, her petite body, was like a knife slowly torturing his heart.
"Alright..." After a long while, Liam Yancey finally spoke, his crimson eyes clearly suppressing sorrow, his voice hoarse, "I'll give you time. Until you completely forget about this, I won't bother you again."
After saying this, Liam Yancey closed his eyes and sighed deeply, forcibly suppressing the heart-wrenching pain in his chest.
After a long pause, he turned and left, walking heavily out of the presidential suite.
Tara Summer heard the footsteps fade away. She didn't move, still curled up, but she stopped crying, letting her tears flow...
She lay back on the bed, staring at the ornate ceiling, not knowing how much time had passed before she finally sat up.
