"Chris… I've gone through it all. There's nothing in Iris's data about making your kind of android."
Since when were we close enough to be using nicknames?
That was the first thing that popped into Christian's mind the moment he heard Anastasia's voice so casually from behind him.
He stopped working on the part in his hand and turned toward her — and immediately noticed her clothes had changed yet again.
This time, they were stylish. Modern. Almost fashion-model tier.
Her stunning and distracting appearance aside, Christian's attention was next drawn to her pose —
She stood with a hand on her hip, cheeks puffed slightly, her expression somewhere between annoyed and playful.
Is she trying to seduce me?
Christian couldn't help but wonder.
Because if she was…
He had to admit — it didn't feel like he'd be able to resist her.
Shaking his head, trying to clear away those silly thoughts, he exhaled slowly.
Then, he stood up and muttered, "Just wait a minute."
