Chapter 90

Tara carefully tucked the bag back into the last compartment of the meal cart and knocked on the door; the next second, it opened. Soren seemed to be waiting for her. Under his intense gaze, Tara pushed the cart into his room. What escaped her notice was the slight opening of Shawn's door, just next door. The difficult part to accept was that she ultimately had to enter Soren's room. Behind that door stood a tall figure, half-hidden in the shifting light. His sharp, cold features were cast in shadow, and the reflection on his glasses blurred his expression. Inside Soren's room, Tara collected the plates while trying her best to avoid his unwavering stare, which was like that of a hungry wolf ready to pounce. She hurried to clean up the table and left as fast as she could. Just as she turned around and pulled off her gloves, Soren grabbed her right hand. Her hand was so soft it made his heart melt. Tara immediately tried to pull her hand back, but he held on tight, clearly unwil