"Looking for me?" Emma Aiden stood up from the sofa, instinctively walking towards the door.
She opened the room door, about to ask the butler who it was, when she caught sight of Harrison Yale leaning against her room door.
He wore a set of white casual wear, with a few black stripes at the hem, adding a touch of noble rebelliousness to his handsomeness, just like the impression he always gave.
Clearly, he was right in front of her, yet he was nobly inviolable.
Facing her gaze, Harrison Yale moved his body away from the wall and stood properly in front of her.
Noticing her intention to retreat back into the room, his eyes darkened, "Emma Aiden, you said you wouldn't avoid me."
"I'm not avoiding you. I need to change my clothes; otherwise, how can I go out with you?" Emma Aiden's body, which had retreated halfway, suddenly froze. She looked up and retorted.
Upon hearing this, it was Harrison Yale who was stunned.
