Arm in arm, the two walked out.
Inside the car...
Ramsey immediately raised the partition behind the front seats and drove toward the corporate headquarters.
Sinclair's fingers traced over the spot on Camilla's lower back where she'd been injured, his dark eyes narrowing slightly beneath the fabric of her clothes.
"What happened?"
Camilla blinked in surprise.
She had only winced for a split second—how had Sinclair noticed?
"I bumped into a table corner at the café," she murmured.
When it happened in front of Antonio, she kept a straight face without flinching.
But now, with Sinclair asking, an inexplicable wave of love washed over her.
She nestled into his embrace, her voice softening into a delicate whimper.
"Sweetheart.. it really hurts."
See?
With just those words, he couldn't bring himself to press further.
Sinclair exhaled an almost imperceptible sigh before lowering his head to press a tender kiss into her hair.
