Chapter Thirty-Two

Ethan Leo sat in his lavish yet dimly lit study, his thoughts swirling with images of Sasha. It had only been minutes since she left his house, but the emptiness she left behind felt like it had stretched into weeks. He winced slightly as he shifted in his chair, his hand instinctively moving to his side where the bullet wound still ached. The pain was a constant reminder of how vulnerable he had become, but it was nothing compared to the ache of missing Sasha.

He had never felt like this before—so consumed by thoughts of someone else, so restless in their absence. It was unsettling, especially for a man who prided himself on being in control. But Sasha... she had managed to worm her way into his heart, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that she was becoming his weakness.

The faint sound of his phone buzzing on the desk broke through his reverie. Ethan reached for it, his heart beating when he saw Sasha's name flash on the screen. He answered the call almo