The reason he had fallen in love with her.
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
And so she cleared her throat several times until she regained control of her emotions, and she was able to look into his eyes and say...
“You’re...honorable, too.”
“I know.”
A shaken laugh escaped her, but when she saw him lift his hand, she couldn’t help tensing up—
“Take care of yourself, Payton.”
Niccolò ruffled her hair like she was a kid, and then he was stepping out of her suite and closing the door behind him.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
This was how it should be.
Breathe, Payton. Breathe.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed before she stepped out of her room. She just needed to go somewhere to distract herself. And so she took the elevator to the lobby. Walked around aimlessly without really seeing anything. She kept walking until her heart had stopped hurting, but just when she was about to take the elevator back to her suite—
There it was.
A gun pointed at her back.
Finally.
“I think it’s time we have a little talk, Mrs. Cheyney.”
Anya had finally made her move.
“R-Rosé? Is that you?”
Payton’s voice was shaking, and it was all part of the plan.
Let me get this straight, Niccolò had said earlier. You want me to stay in your room long enough for Anya to think something happened between us.
Yes.
You think she’s watching us right now.
Yes.
You think it will make her angry enough to make a move.
Yes.
Do you realize how insane that sounds? She’s wanted for murder! Didn’t I tell you that earlier?
You did.
And you still want her angry?
I do.
Why?