Miranda turned to look at the maid, her eyes lighting up with delight. “Quick! Bring him upstairs.”
The maid nodded and turned swiftly to fetch the guest.
The night was heavy, stars sparse.
A crescent moon hung cold in the sky, the evening wind hot and restless.
The shadows of the night stretched along Kevin’s tall figure as he entered Miranda’s boudoir. She had already prepared tea for him.
Though Kevin was a bodyguard, his tall stature and commanding presence gave him the aura of a CEO. He had handsome features; the only difference between him and Benjamin was background and money.
“Kevin, sit. Have some tea,” Miranda looked at him gently.
Kevin’s heart fluttered as he watched her smile.
“Miranda, he believes you now. He asked me to bring you a gift. I picked a few things I know
