The familiar scent enveloped her from behind, making Bella Acker's heart tremble.
Five years have passed, and she thought she had long forgotten his scent. But as his scent enveloped her, she realized clearly.
Some things engraved deep in the bones can never be forgotten.
Bella Acker forced herself to maintain a calm and composed appearance.
"Mr. Sinclair, do you have any matters to discuss?" Bella Acker did not turn around because she feared showing the weakness in her eyes if she did.
Damian Sinclair trapped her between his chest and the door, but remained silent, making no further move.
Bella Acker listened to his breath lingering by her ear, her hair standing on end.
Damian Sinclair saw the goosebumps slowly emerging on her neck, his cold and violent gaze somewhat softened, and he hoarsely said, "You're still ticklish here."
Five years have passed, some things have changed, while others have not.
