Chapter 304
- Thalassa stood in front of Kris’s penthouse, her finger hovering over the doorbell. She hesitated. Should she have waited until tomorrow?
- She pressed the doorbell again.
- Finally, the door opened. Kris stood there, tall and broad-shouldered, his expression unreadable. A half-empty bottle of whiskey dangled loosely in his hand, and her chest squeezed painfully at the sight.