He was slouched on the sofa, an empty wine bottle on the table in front of him and another half-empty one beside it.
In his hand, he swirled a tall glass filled with a deep, blood-red liquid.
Garrett leaned back at a crooked angle, his shirt hanging wide open at the chest, revealing a teasing glimpse of his toned torso.
His usually neat hair was slightly messy now, a few strands falling over his forehead.
The handsome face that once carried cold indifference was filled with disheartened confusion.
In his other hand, he held a small silver bracelet.
His captivating eyes were locked on the bracelet.
Seeing it made Holly's emotions twist even more.
After she had stolen Rachel's identity, Garrett Vincent hadn't given her the silver bracelet, he had kept it close to himself instead.
Even when she was right by his side, he would stare at the bracelet like he was looking through it, seeing something far away.
