**Continuing in Author's POV**
Her voice was thick with fear as she whispered making Yichen freeze.
"Is Qiao Mei safe?" She whispered in question.
Mo Yichen brows twitched in disappointment, but his initial anger melted instantly, replaced by a gentle, tired surrender.
He sat back down. "Qiao Mei should be safe and sound at one of my penthouses. She should be fine."
A deep, painful sense of relief washed over as she sighed. The stuff feeling in her chest finally dissipating leaving only the stress of what she went through.
She had saved her, and that was all that mattered.
He tried to pull his hand away to tuck her back in bed, but she vigorously shook her head, tears welling her eyes and begged, her voice barely a please.
"Please, Yichen. Stay with me."
Her plea shook him to the core, echoing in the quiet master bedroom, her voice strained. He saw the sheer fear in her eyes, the fear that had nothing to do with him, but with something more that he couldn't name...
