"Don't you have some questions for me?" Liam Yancey's dark eyes were fixed tightly on her. Her head was lowered and she couldn't see his facial expression, an expression almost of despair.
Tara Summer was stunned for a while. When she looked up again, the man's face had already regained its usual coldness, replacing his previous emotion.
She looked at him, his extraordinarily handsome face lacked the usual gentleness and smile. For a moment, Tara thought she had returned to the past months when he was still the cold and decisive Master Liam, not her Liam.
"In England..." Tara paused, clasped her hands together, her fingers squeezing tightly, "Did you go to a hotel with a woman?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she held her breath, waiting for him to speak, her body tense with nervousness.
Liam Yancey was silent, gazing into her eyes, seeing all the fear reflected in them. His handsome face became more serious, and it took him a while before he finally nodded.
