Liliana didn't believe him for a second.
With a stony expression, she held out her hand. “My phone. Give it back.”
Linton adjusted the coat on her shoulders. “It’s at the house, too,” he coaxed.
Liliana’s eye twitched. A humorless, angry smile spread across her face. Here she was, in a foreign country.
Her ID, phone, passport, wallet... he had taken all her documents and stashed them at his place.
Fine.
Just fine.
She should have taken a knife to the bastard.
Liliana licked her lips and sneered, “I’ll go back with you to get my things. Then I’m checking into a hotel.”
Linton kept his eyes lowered, saying nothing. Anything he said now would fall on deaf ears.
More than that, it seemed like anything he said would set her off like a firecracker. It was better to say nothing at all.
He kept his mouth shut.
He hailed a taxi and took her back to the small villa. The moment the car stopped, Liliana jumped out, her slender figure radiating an almost desperate haste.
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