C36 Poor Bianca

Liora’s POV

I walked into the living room where Derek was already seated, waiting.

My legs felt unsteady beneath me as I lowered myself onto the chair opposite him. Forcing composure, I lifted my chin and met his gaze.

“I’m here now,” I said quietly.

“Liora,” he began, his tone measured but firm, “I have a question for you, and I need an honest answer. Yes