*Thump, thump, thump...*
The sound was deep and steady, completely different from his frail body.
Who would have imagined that this was the heartbeat of someone whose life was believed to be short-lived?
It was as if his outwardly perfect appearance mattered less than the heart within.
Amelia stopped in her tracks, raising her eyes slightly.
The man withdrew his hand, seemingly lost in thought, his lips curling into a faint smile. But the next moment, he turned and started coughing. His pale lips almost blended with his skin, and his weak appearance only served to add to his dangerous allure. "Grandmother agreed."
"Agreed?" Amelia was about to ask what he meant.
The man turned and walked briskly, his suit sharp and his back as striking as a work of art.
Amelia followed, thinking he
