Chapter 8

Natalie searched his eyes for any form of understanding, but there was none. All she saw was a cold, unfeeling man. It felt like she was standing before a stranger.
She heard Ashton's footsteps drawing closer to the dining area. Her throat went dry while her eyes watered.
"Please... I'll do anything you want me to, Roan, but please, don't do this to me," a tear slid down her cheek as she pleaded with him. Her heart drummed frantically, her eyes darting from the door to Roan's cold face.