Before Cara could rush towards the wrap-around balcony to make her escape, the door was pushed open, and in walked a furious Marcus Donnelly. He glared at her as she stood like a statue with the tray in her hand, like a deer caught at the headlights. From a distance, she could feel the anger and fury emanating from him. A tremor ran down her spine and she gulped with fright as he approached her like a predator. Would he punish her? Cara gulped more and looked down at her feet, trembling like a leaf by now.
“I-I'm sorry, Mr. Donnelly. I just came to get the tray,” she mumbled out of fear. He came to a stop right in front of her, his eyes like burning coals as they bored right into hers.
“How dare you come here without my permission? Get out,” he said with clenched teeth. Cara looked up
