The study was enveloped in silence.
"Vicente,"
Taylor sat alone on the sofa, his dark eyes as still as a lifeless lake.
"My life is what it is, but Melissa is different," His voice was low and deliberate.
"All I want for the rest of her life is for her to have peace and happiness."
The quiet air carried a faint weight of oppression.
Vicente lowered his gaze, idly toying with the bracelet Melissa had wrapped around his wrist.
His handsome features showed no trace of surprise.
"Taylor,"
His tone was calm and steady.
"Do you trust me?"
Taylor leaned back lazily in his chair, a faint smile flickering in his dark eyes.
"Of course I do."
Only then did Vicente lift his eyes to meet Taylor's gaze, his deep, obsidian eyes filled with unwavering sincerity.
"Once the Luther Family deal is concluded, I'll retire from this line of work."
His voice was calm, but the tone carried unmistakable gravity.
"Oh?"
