Chapter 113: Dawn's First Light Crept Across the Sky

Dawn's first light crept across the sky as Connor Hayes stepped out of the restaurant.

Grant Holloway collided with him at the entrance.

Grant's brow furrowed.

His gaze swept through every corner of the dining area, but the familiar figure was nowhere in sight.

"Darling, who are you looking for?" Paige Lawson clung to his arm, a sly glint flashing in her eyes.

Grant withdrew his attention. "Your leg injury hasn't healed. You shouldn't be walking around."

"Lying in bed too long makes me feel moldy." Paige blinked playfully. "I wanted to have breakfast with you."

"What would you like?"

"A sandwich with warm milk, thank you darling~"

By noon, Grant had visited every restaurant on the island.

As evening fell, he paced restlessly along the beach.

Night descended. Only Sloane Bennett dined alone in the family restaurant.

Connor and Clara Whitmore had both vanished.

The realization made Grant's skin prickle. He stood abruptly, grabbing a shawl from the chairback.

"Clara left this." He handed the shawl to Sloane.

Sloane, mid-laugh with her male companion, blurted out, "She returned this after—"

Her words cut off abruptly.

"Grant Holloway!" Sloane's eyes widened. "You tricked me?"

The man's gaze sharpened like a blade. "She went home?"

"None of your business." Sloane turned her face away.

Grant had his answer. He spun on his heel, pulling out his phone to call his assistant. "Book the earliest flight back."

"Will Miss Lawson be joining you?" Miles Dean asked cautiously.

"Sweetheart~" Paige limped after him. "I heard there's a yacht gala the day after tomorrow. Shall we go?"

Grant paused.

Miles Dean still waited on the line.

"...Cancel the booking." Grant ended the call.

Paige wore an apologetic expression. "Did I interrupt your work?"

"It's nothing." He pocketed his phone, but his eyes drifted toward the horizon.