CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: Cheap Blackmail

Zara felt a thump in her chest at the sound of his voice. It was nothing like the clear and domineering snarl he usually used in speaking to her. This time, it was low and pitiful. Somehow, it reminded her of the night of passion they shared just before their divorce was finalized.

"I need you..." he muttered again. His grip got a little tighter. Zara felt his sweaty palm against her cold wrist. It gave her goosebumps in the twinkling of an eye.

She stood frozen for another minute. Soon, Scott stirred on the bed. She saw his eyelids peel open slowly. Her breathing seized when her gaze met his. His moss-colored eyes were warm. All the hatred Zara harbored for him seemed to take second place now. He was like a helpless child in her eyes at this moment.

Slowly, she turned her body by ninety degrees. She held his wrist and made him let go of hers. "Okay, I'll stay. Just go back to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?"

After a sigh, she crossed her heart and replied, "Yes, prom