Melanie frowned as she looked back at Adam. Well, it was touching to see him show care, even though they were barely acquaintances. And even though she had no wish to recall all that happened—she did. If only to let him know the reason why she was finally going to stand with him.
She hadn't intended to stay in that private room a second longer than necessary. But as she reached for the door, her path had been blocked. Two waiters—no, not waiters, men in waiters' uniforms—stood in her way, their expressions unreadable.
With that, Melanie turned back and glared at the man sitting there smugly."What is the meaning of this?" Mr. Grif smiled, but that smile sent a chill down her spine as she watched the man stand up slowly. "Do you really have to ask? Of course, it is to restrain you, my dear Melanie. I lost to you once—how could I let you escape again now that I've lured you back?"
Her stomach twisted at the words. "What do you mean, lured me back?"
