Michael's POV
I lifted Allyson into my arms and carried her into the bathroom, setting her down as gently as I could manage. Turning my back to her, I couldn't erase the image of how shattered she looked. The fierce, self-assured woman I'd come to know had been replaced by someone so fragile it made my chest ache. This was on me.
Instead of jumping to conclusions about her and Ran, letting jealousy cloud my judgment, I should have been protecting her. That piece of garbage was going to pay for what he'd done.
The sound of a zipper caught my attention, followed by her quiet voice. "Mr. Jade, I can't get my zip."
I turned back and moved behind her, my fingers finding the zipper and pulling it down. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her standing there in nothing but black lace lingerie. Heat shot through me as my gaze lingered on her body. Every curve, every line of her was perfection.
Her silhouette... those legs... that waist...
