Her forehead was slick with sweat, tiny droplets glistening under the lights. Her pale skin seemed translucent, her eyes sunken with exhaustion and tears.
Her fearful eyes darted around the room, like a scared kitten searching for escape. They pleaded with Greg, begging for rescue.
Greg's expression softened, his gaze locking onto hers. His eyes, once blazing with determination, melted into warmth.
"Alright," he whispered, his deep voice gentle. He wrapped his arm around her frail shoulders, pulling her close. He lowered his face and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry for coming late."
Valerie's body relaxed, her tension easing as she leaned into Greg's warmth. Her grip on his arm loosened, her fingers still trembling.
Mr. Wright's face darkened, his jaw clenched. "You're not taking her anywhere," he growled, his voice menacing.
