The billionaire Tyrant
His words warmed her, but before she could respond, a faint noise drew her attention to a muffled thump from the hallway outside.
Thomas’s body tensed immediately, his protective instincts kicking in. He motioned for Emma to stay back and stepped toward the door, his movements deliberate and cautious.
“Stay here,” he whispered.
Emma nodded, her heart pounding as she watched him peer through the peephole.
“Damn it,” Thomas muttered under his breath, stepping away from the door and grabbing a heavy bookend from the shelf.
“What is it?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Someone’s out there,” he said, his tone sharp. “Stay behind me.”
Bab Populer