Dressed in a black suit, Killian sat on the high-back chair. His red eyes appeared blazing as he stared at Severine, the corner of his lips curling slightly.
A smile that wasn't quite a smile yet…
He looked just as she remembered him. Perfectly styled hair and meticulously arranged clothes with a hint of rebellion.
A strange urge filled her mind—to reach forward and touch those perfectly styled strands. Will they be soft?
The absurdity of her thoughts startled her, and it also brought her a realization she had ignored before.
From a purely aesthetic standpoint, Killian Rhett King was perfection.
However, his intense aura nearly made her flee.
I can't run away. Not when I'm the one who asked for this meeting.
She remained seated on the other chair, her fingers clutching the handle of her purse.
"How are you doing?" His gaze drifted toward her body, blocked by the wooden table. "Any good news?"
