Tariq Lane rushed out of the gallery, but Cecelia Anderson was nowhere to be found.
He looked around and patiently waited for a while, but still didn't see her return. He then got into his sports car, searching for her while dialing her number.
Cecelia crouched in a corner, hugging her knees and crying bitterly. She didn't know why she couldn't resist Tariq, and as long as he teased her, she would respond. She hated her own weakness and hated this uncontrollable body even more.
She didn't know how long she cried, but eventually, tired, she leaned on the wall to stand up.
She couldn't confide in Kaelin and didn't want Edward Anderson to know about these humiliating things.
The only person she could think of was Bella Scott.
She hailed a taxi and headed to the Detective Agency.
When Bella saw Cecelia with disheveled clothes and swollen eyes from crying, she was startled.
