Standing up on her feet, Cyra watched that breathing havoc coming closer to her. His incisive blue eyes wandered all over her body, from her head to her toe which was covered in a denim short and a t-shirt.
Her throat dried up in nervousness. This man's mere presence was enough to terrify her very being. Gulping, she took her steps back, seeing him coming closer to her.
“Why are you here?” Serena questioned him, gathering all her courage. She stopped, feeling her dressing table behind her, but his feet didn't pause.
Eliminating all the distance between their bodies, he stood right in front of her.
“I am asking you something….why are you here?” She repeated herself again. Shoving his hands inside his pants' pocket, he thrusted his face closer to her.
“I heard my would-be wife is not f
