Chapter 85

Lance softened his tone. "Two months." In a panic, Tara quickly devised a plan. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pleaded, "Four months. During this time, I… I won't run away." Right after speaking, she nervously leaned in and gave him a clumsy kiss on the lips. Lance clearly had a weakness for this kind of move. His sharp, handsome features softened. "Alright. Whatever you say." Tara pushed the meal cart out of his room and closed the door behind her. She stood in front of it for a moment, trying to calm down. Her hands were still trembling. She'd just played for time, her tactic resulting in a four-month reprieve from his intentions. What she said to Lance was just an excuse to get away. From now on, she would have to avoid him at all costs until four months later when she could leave. She took a deep breath, pushed the meal cart into the elevator, went down to the first floor, and returned to her room. Standing in front of the mirror, she saw that her cheeks were flus