Vol.15
She knew that face too well. Those cold, refined eyes, that straight nose, and those thin, rose-colored lips were burned into her memory.
Julian sat quietly in the back seat of the black Maybach, as distant and untouchable as ever. He looked at her calmly through the car window.
Claire's breath caught. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether the water on her face was rain or something else.
"Miss?" The driver held the umbrella toward her to shield her from the rain, waiting for her answer.
Claire quickly looked away, suddenly flustered. She lowered her head and declined. "No, thank you. I'll call roadside assistance."
Claire kept dialing her roadside assistance line, but the service line was still busy. Annoyed, she took a deep breath and prepared to call again.
Seeing this,
