10:30 PM.
Stella Sterling and Roman Rhodes left the clubhouse.
Under the thick veil of night, three cars drove in succession toward Azure Bay.
Inside the car, the man's profile was half-hidden in the dim light flashing by the window.
His eyes were slightly closed, his expression unreadable.
Stella sat nestled quietly in the leather seat, occasionally glancing at their clasped hands.
To be precise, they weren't holding hands.
It was just the back of her hand resting in his palm, his large hand enveloping her small one.
The warm touch felt like a different kind of tender care.
Half an hour later, they arrived at Azure Bay.
By the time the car slowly came to a stop, Stella had already fallen asleep.
Her head bobbed forward, sound asleep and completely defenseless.
The driver was about to speak but was silenced by a look from the man.
Not daring to say another word, he unbuckled his seatbelt and silently got out of the car to give them privacy.
