Chloe's eyes fluttered open, taking in the unfamiliar ceiling above her. For a moment, her mind felt hazy, unable to connect the dots.
"Oh, finally awake, huh?"
A low, steady voice broke through her daze.
Chloe sat up slowly, turning her head toward the sound. There he was—a man dressed sharply in a black shirt and trousers, lounging casually on a leather sofa nearby.
The memories of the fire and her collapse flooded back. She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Who are you? And why would you bother saving me?"
Charles arched a brow, his tone nonchalant. "Think of it as a Good Samaritan moment. Right place, right time."
Chloe studied his face, the sharp contours and cool demeanor stirring a vague sense of familiarity. But she couldn't quite place where she'd seen him before.
"Since you're
