Alen casually glanced sideways and caught the trace of that faint smile. His brow furrowed in utter bewilderment. Why on earth was she smiling right after slapping him and trying to flee?
Sure enough, a woman's mind was a needle at the bottom of the vast sea, completely impossible to read.
When they finally pulled up to the Sin family estate, the living room was completely empty. Alen's military uniform was still thoroughly soaked and dripping puddles onto the floor, but his hand remained firmly clamped around Vivian's wrist as he tried to guide her toward the master bathroom to dry off.
Vivian, however, used a sharp burst of leverage to slip out of his grasp, darting away before he could trap her inside.
Leaning against a pillar in the corridor, she pressed a hand against her frantic, hammering heart, waiting for her breathing to slowly stabilize.
