His deep, gravelly voice broke the quiet. "Were you afraid I'd die?"
Felicia looked up at him, her fingers gripping the small bag tightly. "I didn't want Anne to lose her father."
The man's dark eyes locked onto her with a piercing intensity, as if trying to strip away her defenses and see straight through to her soul. "Is that the only reason?"
"The reason doesn't matter. You..."
Before she could finish, the man cut her off. "It matters to me."
Felicia's pupils trembled slightly. The words she wanted to say caught in her throat, refusing to be spoken or swallowed. Looking into his eyes was like staring into a turbulent midnight ocean. They somehow threatened to swallow her whole.
Suddenly, Max reached out and pulled her firmly into his arms. The strong scent of alcohol mixed with his unique masculine fragrance flooded her senses. He didn't say a word, just held her tightly against his chest. The silence was overwhelming, amplifying the heavy sound of his breathing and the frantic beating of a heart.
Unnoticed by them, a Bentley slowly pulled to a stop a short distance away. Darin stepped out of the car, his brow furrowing deeply as he witnessed the scene.
An eternity seemed to pass before Max slowly loosened his grip. He lowered his head, preparing to lean in closer.
"Felicia." Greg's voice rang out from the villa.
Max froze. Felicia jolted back to reality and shoved him away, stumbling back two steps before turning to look at Greg. "Greg."
Greg walked over, shot a cold glare at Max, and asked Felicia, "Are you done talking?"
"We're done," Felicia replied.
Greg turned his attention back to Max. "Mr. Hawthorne, I hope you won't do anything to damage Felicia's reputation."
Max stared at Greg but remained silent.



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