CLAIRE'S POV
What was he doing here?
He slowly strode over, completely unfazed by his invasion of privacy.
“I hope I'm not intruding here, Mrs. Miller,” his cool, deep voice came. “My assistant told me you were here. I thought I'd stop by to say hello.”
The hell?
This mysterious man is truly suspicious. Since I arrived in Harbor City, this is the second time I’ve randomly run into him.
But why do I feel like he’s been following me?
“Not at all, Mr. Winslow. Come, join us,” Mrs. Miller stood and welcomed him warmly.
He proceeded to sit across from me, his deep eyes locking onto mine.
“I see you have a special guest here,” he said, not breaking his gaze.
“Oh, I’m sorry for being rude. She's my son’s girlfriend—my future daughter-in-law,” Mrs. Miller said heartily.
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