Shalma Hughes slowly opened her eyes. How could she ever forget this voice? How could she possibly forget it!
She didn't know when he had approached her. He wore a light gray suit, looking just as arrogant as he had all those years ago. With his prominent nose and sharp eyebrows, his features seemed carved from stone—strikingly masculine, yet undeniably handsome.
"What a coincidence. You're attending the banquet today too, Jasper." Shalma smiled, her eyes crinkling as she turned sideways and spoke with poised grace.
Jasper Hawthorne looked at the woman before him. It had been three years since they last met. She seemed exactly the same, yet somehow different. However, her bright, cunning eyes and that radiant smile were as clear in his memory as ever.
"How have you been these past three years?" Jasper asked. He had wanted to ask her that day at the hospital, but she had simply walked right past him without even looking back.
