“I don’t need your chances!” Lilith snapped, picking up her towel to cover herself, her cheeks flushed with anger. Her bright, crystal-clear eyes held a flicker of defiance as she glared at Hendrix like he was her sworn enemy.

He had just been with Xenia in the company lounge last night, yet he could act so naturally, as if nothing had happened, and still come to her? She couldn't understand what Hendrix was thinking. If he liked Xenia so much, why didn’t he just divorce ...