Chapter 92

Cecilia I tensed at his words. Did I want to return to Denver first? His tone suggested he'd seen through my thoughts and was displeased. But I had only considered the possibility briefly—why was he being so harsh? "Very well, if you've given permission, I'll head back then," I replied, my voice deliberately calm and measured. What was behind his displeasure and harshness? Nothing but my insensitivity from this morning and just now. It seemed my days as his secretary were numbered... because I couldn't bring myself to play along with his moods. After I responded, Alpha Sebastian said nothing more. The atmosphere in the car grew even heavier than before. Our driver glanced nervously between us, clearly wondering why the tension kept escalating. We continued driving without further conversation. Alpha Sebastian never clarified his intentions, and I didn't ask. An hour later, we arrived at a private club. We both got out of the car. I walked straight to the trunk and retrieved my luggage.