29- Divorce

“My room number in this hotel sweetheart. The private elevator can bring you to me.” With that he winked at her and left the room, whistling.

After he closed the door behind him, Vance turned around to her. Clara stood from her place, expecting to face the same anger from him as he was still frowning. But when he spoke his voice was very gentle. “Please sit down.”

Taking a sigh of relief, Clare