“Derick, I’ll accept it. I came back to marry you, remember? You don’t have to be nervous.”
But just as she finished speaking, Derick abruptly pulled his hand away.
“Alanna, it’s late. You’re still jet-lagged. Why don’t you rest for now?” Derick said before abruptly turning and rushing out of the room, leaving behind an awkward silence.
For the first time, Derick drove home at breakneck speed. He couldn’t wait—he needed to confirm his suspicions immediately.
When he burst through the door, he called Skye's name over and over, but no one answered.
