Kayla's POV
After my conversation with Amber, my mood had calmed down considerably. I decided it was time to have a talk with Harrison. After putting Daisy to bed, I left the bedroom.
I confirmed with the servants that Harrison had returned tonight, and then I stood in the hallway, hesitating before knocking on Harrison's bedroom door.
"Harrison? Are you in there?"
The response I received was silence.
Just when I thought Harrison might not want to see me again, his low voice came from behind the door.
"Come in."
Inside the spacious master bedroom, only a small bedside lamp was lit. Harrison was leaning against the edge of the bed, his shirt collar open, revealing his well-built chest. In the dim light, he looked especially ambiguous and enticing.
I swallowed hard, softly called his name.
"Harrison..."
Harrison raised his gaze, interrupting me coldly, "What is it?"
Faced with Harrison's cold attitude, I gathered my courage and took a step toward him.