Zane settled onto the plush leather sofa in the mansion's living room, his thoughts circling the chaos their past had suddenly dragged into the light. A part of him wanted to make a public statement, claim Selina openly, shut down the rumours with one sentence.
But now, with everything between them brittle and complicated, and knowing how fiercely she guarded her privacy as well as his own hidden reasons, he couldn't risk making the situation worse.
"From the CCTV review, there's nothing," Zane muttered, eyes fixed on his iPad as he fast-forwarded through the footage from Sky-Gold Mall. "No paparazzi slipping in, no one shadowing us. Nothing."
He lifted his gaze to Damien, who had remained there at his request ever since they left the food court, hours now. Damien sat with his laptop open, various encrypted windows running in the background, his fingers never fully still.
