Georgia Thorne was sleeping soundly. Elliot Sheridan reached out and pinched her cheek, but she didn't react at all.
Elliot sat on the edge of the bed, watching her quietly.
He had always been sharp, but he had been foolish about this one thing.
'She just met with Justin Sullivan this afternoon, and now she's here in front of me, playing innocent?'
'I've known Georgia Thorne for three years, and she never seemed like this kind of woman.'
'But given the current situation, there seemed to be no other explanation.'
The moment he thought of the image of her embracing Justin Sullivan that afternoon, he couldn't calm down.
"Elliot, don't touch me!"
He forcefully turned her by the shoulder to face him and pulled her into his embrace.
His warm breath lingered by her ear as he whispered, "Sorry."
Georgia's body stiffened. She could hardly believe that Elliot Sheridan would actually apologize to her.
This had never happened before.
