Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

Kylian had been too impatient to wait for his driver to return from wherever he had strolled out to; it was a matter he would deal with later. Kylian loathed incompetence, and it was an abomination to look away when he perceived it.

Presently, his eyebrows remained furrowed, and his blue eyes stared intently at the road ahead as he accelerated, almost driving at a prohibited speed level.

Maybe he could make things work. His mother had made a lot of sense, and her visit had got him reshuffling his priorities and recalling the vows he offhandedly declared on the glorified altar when Chloe was adorned so perfectly in her wedding dress, an envy to all spectators.

If she was ready to make things work, then he perceived that they could feel the love that once dwelt in their midst.

The tires of his Bentley scratched the tarred driveway, and he stopped abruptly in the compound. A quick inspection of the fleet of cars parked under an ornamental shade gave him a false assurance that C