Lilac didn't wait for Sean's thirty-minute ultimatum to run out.
The moment the call ended, her thumb hovered over Stanley's contact—and without hesitation, she hit Call.
The line barely rang once when the door to their suite clicked open.
Her head snapped toward the entrance.
Stanley stepped in calmly, almost too casually, pulling his phone from his pocket at the same time her screen went black with a dropped call.
He smirked. "Already missing me?"
Lilac stared at him, at the screen, then back at him again. Her jaw tightened.
"Where did you go?" she demanded, marching toward him. "And why the hell didn't you inform me?"
Stanley shut the door behind him and hung his coat, taking his sweet time—like he hadn't just disappeared without a word. The amusement dancing in his eyes only fueled the fire in her chest.
It didn't just annoy her.
No—it infuriated her.
