Chapter 20

A chilly breeze seemed to sweep into the room, instantly silencing everyone as their eyes instinctively turned toward the doors. Caleb stood there in a tailored black suit. He hadn't bothered with a tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing his sharp collarbones. Though his face was expressionless, a storm brewed in his dark eyes. As his gaze swept across the room, a suffocating pressure seemed to weigh down on everyone. Ignoring the bewildered, curious, and hostile stares, he strode straight toward Winona, who stood among the crowd. Someone had killed the music, plunging the private room into a tense, deathly stillness. Against that silence, his strong, unwavering footsteps resonated with startling loudness. With every eye fixed on him, Caleb stopped in front of Winona and seized her wrist tightly, his grip so firm that escape seemed impossible. His voice was hoarse from restraint, yet still forceful. "Winnie, that's enough fun. Come home with me." Winon