She was wearing a disguise. How did he recognize her? His grey eyes locked coldly with hers. Avelina's heart began to pound in her chest. Was he the client?
But why?
Her lips trembled; she couldn't even form words. A calm chuckle escaped his lips as his eyes moved over her. She looked breathtaking despite being in her nightdress—the silver hair that fell down her back, the milky black gown that matched her kitten mask, and the colored contact lenses.
"Oh dear Choco, you can't run from me, can you?" His words sliced through the air, wrapping around her body and sending electrifying shivers through her. Butterflies filled her stomach.
Her lips parted, but no words came. He began to walk toward her—his footsteps calm and even. With every step he took, her heart raced faster and louder. Finally, he stopped in front of her. His fingers moved to her chin, holding it gently as their eyes locked.
