Next, Thea Lynch sensed her body being lifted, as if someone had picked her up.
Rustling sounds came from her ears, as if someone was approaching and then leaving.
Thea Lynch paused for two seconds, and her consciousness gradually cleared.
When she opened her eyes, what came into view was the dark fabric of a suit. A familiar scent lingered at the tip of her nose, like the incense burning in a temple after rain, growing stronger in the sealed elevator environment.
"Awake."
As soon as the man's voice sounded, Thea Lynch's eyelashes fluttered.
She didn't lift her head, continuing to pretend to sleep in his embrace. The elevator continued ascending, reaching the top floor.
Ian Preston carried her out.
The last time Thea Lynch was here, she only wandered around his backyard and basement. She hadn't dared to come to such a private space on the top floor.
The butler had introduced it as Ian Preston's bedroom.
