As the car sped through the night, the silence was heavy with things unsaid. Alen's voice crackled over the line, firm and unyielding: "No, just take care of my sister!"
Michael didn't argue further; he simply offered a brief farewell and ended the call.
Watching him, Evelyn closed her eyes, her heart beating like a drum in her chest. She caught the mention of a "General" and couldn't help but wonder who exactly was this man, and how deep did his connections went? It certainly didn't sound simple.
When they arrived at the Seaview Hotel, Michael didn't let her walk. He lifted her into his arms, carrying her through the lobby with a possessive strength. Evelyn, grateful for the anonymity, buried her face against his chest to hide from the curious eyes of the staff and guests. Within minutes, they were in the elevator, heading toward the reserved presidential suite.
