She inches the hanging sheet aside with agonizing care, searching for a stealthy glimpse - only to freeze. His eyes are already locked onto hers. Caught red - handed, her eyes flare with shock, and she lets the fabric drop instantly. But a split second later, indignation wins. She yanks the sheet back to fire off her ultimate, razor-sharp glare. Across the way, the boy tries to flash a charming smile, but it falters under her scrutiny. Still, he refuses to look away.The absolute mortification? He just watched her pin her bras and panties to the line while standing in the golden afternoon warmth—completely, distractingly shirtless - soaking it all in.

"...So, let me introduce in front of you all, my beautiful daughter and heiress, Callistaa Russells." announced Mr. Callix Russells, feeling proud and emotional as she was the reflection of his Celestaa, and he moved, making everyone's eyes fall on the beautiful lady behind him, including Cain's. And there she was, standing confidently introducing herself as Callistaa Russells, a beauty with a pair of heterochromic gunmetal and hazel eyes. But he knew that she was his wife, Cali Ruth, who had left him nine months ago just like that. Though she was showing indifference in front of him as if she was meeting him for the first time, he knew that she was his wife. And now, he would love to remind her that and will not let her go ever again.