Sitting inside the private restaurant once again, Penelope couldn't stop herself from remembering that day.
Warm golden lights reflected against the polished walls while the faint scent of expensive tea drifted through the quiet room, yet none of it could calm the restless pounding inside her chest.
Her face slowly turned red as fragments of that memory surfaced again and again in her mind... the way she had nearly exposed everything.
Her trembling eyes carefully lifted toward the rabbit-masked man sitting across from her.
Just seeing him again after an entire week made her pulse spiral out of control. The elegant rabbit mask hid most of his expression, but somehow that only made him more dangerous to her heart.
Each small movement of his fingers, each calm breath, each lazy tilt of his head felt strangely attractive.
