Fiona's knees nearly gave way as panic surged through her.
"Da- Mr.Clafford, please," she rushed out, her voice breaking as she took a shaky step toward him. "You're misunderstanding everything. I would never try to trap you. I swear."
Her eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that could ground her, anything that could undo the way his cold stare stripped her bare.
"I was scared," she continued desperately. "You collapsed. I panicked. I didn't know what else to do. I thought staying with you was the right thing."
Daniel did not move. He did not soften.
Instead, he lifted his hand and pointed calmly toward the bathroom door behind her.
"Enough," he said quietly. "You can stop acting now Miss Fiona"
Fiona froze. "What… what are you talking about?"
The bathroom door opened.
Her breath caught violently in her throat as Henry stepped out, adjusting his cufflinks as if he were walking out of Daniel's office instead of a hotel bathroom.
