Arlene
“You seemed to know who that was.”
I finally broke the silence, my curiosity bubbling over as I leaned back in the leather seat of the car.
The stranger’s face remained vivid in my mind - a sculpted jawline, piercing eyes, and an aura so commanding that it had rattled me in ways I hadn’t expected.
Matilda’s hands rested on the steering wheel, but her gaze flickered toward me in amusement. “Liam Walker,” she said simply, her lips curling into a slight smile, as if the name alone carried the weight of explanation.
“Walker?” I repeated, the name triggering a distant memory. “You mean the Walkers?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “The older brother of Lucas Walker.” Her tone shifted, becoming more sardonic. “The arrogant billionaire who’s been labeled as both brilliant and insufferable. I mean
