Chapter 38

Sylvia's POV I turned my face away from Caesar, suddenly finding it difficult to meet his intense gaze. "The scandal blew up so badly, whoever took those photos probably won't dare show their face again." But what if they did? Caesar sighed quietly, choosing not to push the issue. "Fine. Let's head home now." What I didn't know was that he'd already dispatched people to investigate the stalker. Until they had something concrete, he wouldn't rest easy with me out in the open. "Okay," I murmured, following beside him but keeping a cautious distance. Caesar's thick brows furrowed. From last night until now, I'd been… off. Not angry. Just withdrawn. Distant. Avoidant. When he reached for my hand, he caught nothing but air as I slipped mine into my jacket pocket—perfect timing, or a deliberate dodge? I pretended not to notice. "Where's your car?" "Right here." He pushed down the strange pang in his chest and opened the passenger door for me. Once I slid in, he closed it and walked around to