Chapter 211

Chapter 211:

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Cathryn pinched his side playfully. In response, he bent and brushed a tender kiss over her hair, the warmth lingering between them.

The memory of what they’d endured—the brush with death, the long night of fear—made Andrew acutely aware of how she leaned toward him now, drawn closer with every step. That new dependence sent a quiet thrill through him, a feeling he didn’t want to let go of.

Hand in hand, they stepped out of the room—only to find a car already waiting at the entrance.

Andrew’s gaze lifted, catching on the sleek shape of it, and his eyes widened in surprise.

At the wheel sat Yosef Sugden, the driver, and he’d brought the Maserati—the very car from that storm-lashed night when Cathryn had been hurt.