Chapter Eighty-five

But the maid had told her that no one was at home.

She avoided his gaze then her eyes went to Sharon who sat on a separate couch. Her right arm was wrapped in a thick hospital gauze. And she had her head lowered.

Hailey's gaze returned to Kendrick. And when she stared into his eyes, he looked furious. However, his gaze was not directed at her.

Her hands fisted her dress and she glanced to her side to see the maid scurrying away.

She remained standing until Kendrick looked in her direction. His eyes changed with a different emotion, it didn't pass Hailey. He looked worried, genuinely concerned.

"Come." Kendrick patted the space beside him on the couch. But Hailey remained unmoving. His words from earlier came flooding her senses and she had the urge to turn back and strode away.

His gaze held hers for some seconds. And she finally moved. Whatever he had to say again, she had no choice but to listen.

Even Sharon was here. She only wished they wouldn't add more salt to her injury.