A Botched Cover-Up

Since Kian was coming over, Rowena did not want to embarrass him in front of others. She subtly gestured toward the nearby couch with her eyes. “Go and take a seat.”

Desmond refused to move. He kept his head lowered, breathing heavily in anger, while his cold, dark eyes revealed his murderous intent.

Remembering how he had angina, Rowena gently stroked his cheek to soothe his emotions. “Go and tak