Chapter 63

Lei grabbed the coat out of my hands and hung it up. “Those talks went on forever. I’m sorry, but I won’t be good company. You all go ahead and have dinner.” He slipped off his black cardigan sweater. Underneath, he wore a crisp white shirt. As tired as he was, he looked fantastic. “Gonna take a shower.” He rubbed my arm. “Maybe I’ll join you later, okay?”

He seemed in such a hurry to get away—and shaky, too. “Anything good come out of that meeting?”

Lei was already midway down the hall. He paused, and under the diffused light of the ceiling lamp, his face was half hidden in the shadows. “Not yet…”

Why were they torturing him this way? He was going to crack.

When Lei had disappeared into our bedroom, Vincent put his hand on my shoulder. “Come on, let’s have dinner, okay? It’ll be all right.”

Anxiously, I stared at the empty hall, knowing that in the next few days, everything would either come together for Lei and I, or fall apart.

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