Chapter 207 Into The Lion’s Den
Liam stared at Lana, watching her retreat into the wardrobe with a small, annoyed frown on her face. The knock earlier had shattered the moment between them like glass. His hand had been at the back of her bra, seconds away from unhooking it, his body already responding to her warmth, her touch, her moans—and then, Knock Knock!—just like that, it was gone.
He clicked his tongue, eyes trailing to the door again as if expecting it to knock once more. "Cockblock of the year," he muttered under his breath.
The tension had been molten between them, and now it was like someone had thrown cold water over both their heads. Lana wasn’t saying anything—just searching through the wardrobe, her movements sharp, almost mechanical.
Liam sighed and shook his head, rubbing a hand down his face. He needed to clear his mind. Maybe get some answers.
He picked up his phone and opened Ann’s contact. If the Sokolov family was really the one Ann was being married into, then there was no way she wasn’t involved with this so-called "Midnight party."
He hit the call icon and lifted the phone to his ear.
Ring... ring... ring...
No answer.
His thumb hesitated over the redial button for a second, then he pressed it again.
Still nothing.
"Maybe she’s busy..." he muttered aloud, although the words didn’t come out with much conviction. The situation was too weird, too carefully timed, too deliberate. An anonymous invitation. A powerful royal family. A silent girlfriend. She agreeing to the marriage without his consent. None of it sat right with him.