"What took you so long—" Franco didn't finish what else he was going to say when he gazed at her face. Dana couldn't help but bite her lower lip as she met the intense stare he was giving her at that moment.
Regaining her composure, she finally got inside the limousine and took her seat beside him. "I-I'm sorry for taking so long. I didn't realize the time," she apologized, almost unable to meet his gaze directly because she couldn't bear the heat in his stare. She couldn't help but wonder; his gaze used to be cold. But now, it is different. Nevertheless, whether cold or warm, his stare had the same effect on her. It was unsettling. It made her feel like she might have a heart attack because her heart pounds hysterically whenever he looks at her.
Franco didn't comment further. From the c
