Bentley moved swiftly through the corridor, his mind in turmoil. His instincts told him he was chasing a ghost, yet his heart insisted otherwise. The flash of red hair, the scent that lingered in the air—it was all too familiar, too real.
He had left Nova to catch up with Chloe while he was determined to find out who the familiar face he just saw was.
He quickened his pace, eyes fixed on the figure ahead, until he finally caught up to her.
Without a second thought, Bentley reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward a secluded corner of the company’s building. The sudden movement caught the woman off guard, and she stumbled slightly, her back pressing against the cold wall. It was then that Bentley’s worst fears were confirmed.
It was Ivy.
The shock was evident on his face,
