After getting her change from the florist, Mika Summers left the shop. Out on the street, people stared at her strangely. She glanced at the flowers in her arms, her smile growing increasingly bitter. 'I must have been a fool to buy this bouquet.'
Tristan Grayson leaned back in his car seat, his brows furrowed as he watched the woman. He saw her frail figure wandering aimlessly down the road, and his hands on the steering wheel tightened instinctively. 'In this cold, she's only wearing that?'
He wouldn't care if she wanted to freeze to death, but if she endangered his child, he couldn't just let it happen.
At that thought, Tristan Grayson started the car, followed her, and slammed his hand on the horn.
Mika Summers was walking along peacefully when the piercing blare of a car horn from behind startled her. She clutched her chest, looking back nervously. When she saw the car not far away, she froze completely...
