His Cruel Love, My Broken Heart

I needed to stay

Holt. You have a high fever

ce filled with worry. "Your body

an with a face as cold as his boss'

eds you. Miss

topped for

li

was

infected wound. He just repeated his words, "

Every muscle ached, and my head was spinning. I gr

d, cutting through my thin clot

te jet, and a woman with long, fl

e Ty

. The smile on his face was one I had never seen before. It was

re was gone. In his place wa

ylie's voice was sweet like honey,

s voice thick with emotion. He kissed her

part of the scenery. The pain in my shoulder was a dull throb compared to th

e looked me up and down, a f

man?" she asked, her tone demanding. "I don't lik

. There was a hint of something in his

ound..." he s

concern for my injury. A tiny, fool

guished as quick

y wrist! I think I sprained it on the flight.

y. He examined her wrist with an exaggerated concern that was almost

psed, bleeding on the floor. He had just glanced at me, his

was a slap

g into my palms. I forced myself to

arp, impatient. "What are you

arge suitcases. E

step, the pain in my shoulder intensified. I picked up t

s of my vision turned black. I

. "Can't even carry a single bag. Bradl

ook at me. His focus

me harder th

as to him. A thing tha

like a froze

the blood. I had looked at him, hoping fo

red, "Sir, i

even loo

sing over Kylie

oice barely a whisper. I had to apolo

oice dripping with malice. "I want you to ca

high heels. They la

hing. His silenc

orld spun violently. I picked up her shoes, the s

me Bradley sometimes

then turned to Bradley, her voice turning

e said, his voice n

up as if she w

glance in my direction. He was comple

ng. The shoes in my hand felt impos

ollapsed onto the cold tarma