Chapter 61

Claire stepped out onto the terrace of Tyron's condo wearing only a thin bathrobe. She saw him sitting quietly, drinking alcohol and staring off into the distance. She approached him and hugged him from the back.

"What are you thinking, Babe? Why do you look so deep in thought?" She nuzzled his neck and gently pressed her nose against it, intending to rekindle his desire. She frowned when instead of his desire being awakened, he seemed irritated with her. "What's your problem, Tyron? I've noticed you've been like this for a few days. Whenever I try to be affectionate, you pull away. Don't you like me anymore?"

Tyron turned to face her and took a deep breath. "It's not like that, Claire. I've just been thinking about the person who ordered to kill Arielle aside from us. It seems that person's anger towards Arielle is greater than us, and he has many people working for him."

"Perhaps that person has a deep grudge against my cousin, which is why he has such a strong desire to kill Ariell