My mind was still reeling, trying to process the sudden shift in atmosphere.
I felt overwhelmed, the bizarre confrontation and the chilling realisation that this man was the one from the club. He had just admitted that in the most intimidating way.
I felt foolish for even entertaining the thought.
'Was he really the same person? Had I been wrong all along?
The stranger from the club spoke with a clear, unmistakable American accent—bold, unfiltered. But this man… his voice held the refined sharpness of a British cadence. Similar, yes—but not as deep. Not as husky. Not quite him.'
His gaze had an amused glint in his deep eyes.
He sighed, caressing my left cheek softly.
“Didn’t I just help you from her? Don't that count?” he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, dangerously cha
