Back in the garden, Aidan shoved Gu Feifei back the moment his phone vibrated in his pants pocket. That was his signal. A lazy smile curled his lips, but his eyes were ice-cold, sharp, unfeeling, and dangerous. To anyone watching from the shadows, he appeared the perfect playboy, a man indulging in a fleeting flirtation. But behind that mask, he felt disgusted.
He had no choice. He had to put on a show for that damn spy from his siblings. Better to be seen wasting time with some cheap, inconsequential girl than reveal even a shred of what truly occupied his mind.
