Maverick stepped into the guest room with furrowed brows.

Right on the bed, Valencia was curled up in a fetal position, fast asleep. Dry tears hung on her petite and exquisite face, stabbing Maverick's heart deeply.

Maverick extended his hand towards Valencia’s cheeks and gently wiped the tears from her face; his expression unexpectedly very patient and caring.

Maverick's lips drew into a thin line. Is his presence hurting Valencia so much that she will silently cry to herself? ...