The guard brought Mila to the study. He nodded to the closed door.
"He is inside."
Mila's heart raced. She took a slow breath, then pushed the door open and stepped in.
Inside, she found Dominic standing by the window, a cigarette between his fingers. His back faced her, his tall frame rigid, unmoving.
Her gaze followed the direction he was looking and landed on the clinic building in the distance.
A faint chill ran down her spine. 'Is he watching me from here?'
"You finally decided to show your face," he grunted but didn't turn to her.
Mila flinched at his sharp tone. She took a moment to steady her breathing. "I was in the clinic."
"As my personal maid, you should have served me first," he muttered, crushing the cigarette into the ashtray. "But you disappeared."
Then he turned. His dark eyes locked onto her instantly.
