Chapter 64 A Line Crossed

• The car ride back to the penthouse was silent, but the air between them was thick with unspoken words.
• Christian’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles slightly pale. The muscle in his jaw twitched occasionally, as if he was holding back words or holding back himself.
• Rose sat stiffly in the passenger seat, arms crossed, staring out the window like the city lights outside would offer clarity she couldn’t find inside the car. She didn’t blink much. Her mind was a mess, tangled in confusion and frustration. She could still hear his words echoing in her head.