Aiden Shaw furrowed his brows, instinctively distancing himself from her.
At that moment, Tiana Thorne seemed to be clutching onto a lifeline, unwilling to let go.
She reached out again, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Burying her face into his chest, trying to hide from the thunderstorm.
Even so, the sound still pierced her ears, making her tremble uncontrollably.
Aiden Shaw's thin lips parted slightly: "Scared of thunder?"
Tiana said nothing, her hands gripping his white shirt tightly, fingertips blanching yet not letting go.
Aiden instinctively felt repelled by a woman getting too close, he frowned, his voice somewhat cold: "Let go."
A faint scent of musk wafted into his nostrils, along with the warmth from his body, only then realizing what she had done.
Almost instantly, she released him, retreating backward to maintain some distance.
Under the dim light, the creases she had made on his clothes were visible.
"I..."
Rumbling thunder —
"Ah!"
