Chapter 23

Callum's tall frame barged right in. The apartment's layout was simple, with minimalist furniture, but the touches of purple throughout gave it a surprisingly soft, cozy feel. It was completely different from his cold, sterile mansion. There was a faint scent in the air—subtle and almost undetectable. That smell… He narrowed his eyes, and then it hit him. It was the same scent that had knocked him out on the yacht the night before. His gaze swept the room, finally landing on Nadia. She stood in her pajamas, staring at him guardedly. "You're not going to offer me a cup of coffee?" he asked, voice rough from sleep, yet still carrying that unmistakable forcefulness. Nadia folded her arms tighter, her expression icy. "No." Callum looked at her, so unbothered and immovable. That flicker of annoyance in his chest shifted unexpectedly into amusement. He stepped closer, towering over her with quiet dominance. "Don't you think you owe me an explanation?" Nadia instinctively backed aw