Nora's POV
Something flickered in his eyes as he took a step back. "Never mind, it's not my business anyway." He left before I could stop him.
In the following days, I didn't hear from him, and I realized I didn't have his number to check on him. In a way, things were better this way.
Strangely, I never saw any light in Carter's room from that day onward. I was focused on channeling my energy into my business and seeking expert advice, completely forgetting to hire a bodyguard.
A week later, Molly called me. "Gianni and I are getting married, but we don't want a big wedding. We've decided to have the wedding on an island with a total of twenty guests, and of course, Hank will be there. Are you sure you want to come?"
For a moment, I wondered why Hank's presence would stop
