SERENA'S POV
I turned my face at the last moment, expecting his lips to land on my cheek, but it never came. All I heard was a dark chuckle close to my ear.
“Don’t worry, dear wife. I wasn’t intending to kiss you in the first place,” he said in a low tone, his eyes full of a playful glint.
What? I scoffed.
Did he think he was too perfect to kiss me—Serena, a lowly mortal?
The look on his face when I first ran into him at that wedding came back to mind—the expression of someone who felt far above me and didn’t want to stoop to my level. His arrogance was unmatched, only infuriating me further.
Stepping away without deeming him worthy of a response, I ignored him entirely until the wedding ended and I was led to his car—a sleek black Range Rover.
The driver, a young, broad-shouldered
