Linton's face turned gloomy.
He refused to let her go, stubbornly holding the struggling woman against him. He lowered his head, kissing the top of her hair, murmuring soothing words over and over, trying to calm her down.
Naturally, Liliana wasn't buying it. She was furious, her gaze turning as sharp and cold as the tip of a blade.
“Linton, if you don't let me go, I swear I'll die right here.”
That one sentence stopped him cold. Linton's dark eyes bored into hers, his expression severe. He was clearly losing his temper as well. He let out a short, humorless laugh, forcing himself to remain patient as he gave Aiden a curt nod. “My apologies for the scene.”
Then, in the next second, before either of them could react, he hooked a strong arm under her knees, swept her off her feet into a princess carry, and strode out of the restaurant with a thunderous expression.
He left everything behind, his mind consumed by a single, frantic thought: he had to get Liliana home.
Liliana was stunned into silence in his warm, sturdy embrace. It had happened so fast that she couldn't even process it. By the time her senses returned, she was already being deposited into the passenger seat of his car.
Linton’s face was grim, but his movements were surprisingly gentle as he carefully fastened her seatbelt. Once he was sure it was secure, he braced his hands on the car's frame, leaned in, and pressed a soft, placating kiss to her cheek.
“Stay put,” he murmured.
Liliana stared at him, completely baffled by his sudden, erratic behavior.
“What about your contract?” she asked blankly.
“Not as important as you,” Linton replied, walking around to the driver's side.
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