Lorraine Hughes stepped into the manor, roses swirling around the vintage-style pillars. Did he really fancy the retro style?
In her thoughts, Nathan Bolton descended the stairs with graceful steps, approaching her.
With golden-framed glasses perched on his nose, he exuded a scholarly rogue vibe, somewhat dispelled by those enchanting, captivating eyes, perfectly balanced. The black shirt's collar was open, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, hinting at his poised clavicle.
Behind him, the blazing sunlight highlighted his unusually pale skin.
A handsome man before her, unaffected.
Lorraine Hughes slightly tilted her head up, her slender fingers adjusting the brim of her hat, meeting Nathan Bolton's gaze just barely, with a detached tone that was almost blindingly indifferent: "Did you do it on purpose?"
Inviting her over?
In response, Nathan Bolton was seized by another bout of coughing.
