Betrothed to the Brooding Billionaire

Chapter 3

She would have fantasized about this moment if she were to be honest with herself, that Bryan would make his way to help her. The actuality, on the other hand, was nearly too much to bear with. Neither of them was ready. If she were to meet a guy like Bryan Johnson, she would never be ready for him. In the last two years, she has not been, and she is not currently.

There was a rush of panic. The door handle was inaccessible to her when she grabbed for it in a haphazard manner. She gave the other one a shot. Locked up. As she turned around to face him, she was overcome with emotion and said, "Bryan, this is crazy. Open the doors."

But there was no action taken. He gave a sarcastic response by twisting his lips from side to side. Should it be a source of amusement for me, Kate, that you remember me?

At that very moment, she may have chuckled if she hadn't been so astonished by the situation.

That Bryan Johnson was a guy who was not easily forgotten by anybody is a fact. He was tall, wide, and leanly strong, and he had an air of power and charm. To that, add the amazing symmetry of a face that is dominated by dark eyes that are placed deep in the face and a mouth that has been carved for sin.

Any attractiveness was nullified by a resolute jaw and a profile that was a little aggressive.

If it weren't for the jagged white ridge of skin that ran from beneath his right eye to his jaw, he would have been the epitome of flawless personification.

When she finally realised that she was the one who had caused that horrific scar, she could only gaze at it with sickening terror as the realisation crept into her core.

With a stern look in his eyes, he turned the right side of his face in the direction of her expression.

Does it revolt you in any way?

She made a leisurely motion with her head. It did not diminish his attractiveness; rather, it imparted a ferocious quality to his appearance. To be avoided.

It was Bryan. Now, when the reality had really sunk in, Kate stated it in a hushed voice, deep inside her stomach.

This was not a dream, a mirage, or a nightmare. They were all real. She motioned with her head. In this place, what are you doing?

What is it that you are looking for?

I do not desire what is mine.

In the same way as a Klaxon would, the words pounded through Bryan Johnson's body. He had reached a point where his blood was boiling over.

Patrick, also known as Kate McPherson, was present. To the point that one might touch. After a period of two years,. There were years during which he attempted to remove her beautiful and dangerous face from his thoughts, but he was unable to do so.

It was more important for him to see her face than it was for him to address her query at this moment. He told me to remove my headgear.

Behind the veil, her eyes, which were a brilliant blue, gleamed.

It was the slope of her cheek that led down to that exquisite jaw, and it was the lips that had made him want to commit evil the moment he had set eyes on them.

He could see the slope of her face. It is ripe and full. It was a seductive reminder that she was all fire behind her sleek and coolly blonde surface.

At that moment, her lips pinched together for a brief moment, and then she raised a hand that was shaking, which was yet another wonderful dramatic touch, and removed the hat and veil.

And despite the fact that Bryan had prepared himself to confront her once again, she still managed to take his breath away. It had been two years since she had transformed. She maintained her status as a lovely woman. Eyebrows that are intricately carved and frame enormous blue eyes that are surrounded by long, black lashes...

Having high cheekbones and a straight nose, the mouth in question... as if a rosebud had been crushed. Even though her eyes painted a picture of purity and naivety, she was promising a decadent experience.

He had been captured by it. Not very well. Almost to the point of death.

He reprimanded himself by saying, "Not here," as he was upset with himself for allowing Kate to get to him on a level that he had planned to keep under control the whole time. Let's discuss indoors, shall we?

Where exactly is it located? On the verge of asking, Kate saw that Bryan had already exited the vehicle and was walking towards a town home that seemed to be menacing. Following the opening of her door by a guy in a uniform who was most likely the actual driver, Kate was left with no alternative but to exit the vehicle and alight from the rear seat.

While she was doing so, she became aware of two or three males who seemed to be imposing with earpieces and suits. Safeguarding. Indeed, it is. She could imagine that Bryan had altered his attitude towards his safety following the a*******n, despite the fact that he had always been careless about his own protection.

It was an a*******n.

She had a chill that ran down her spine. A few years ago, Bryan Johnson was taken hostage and subjected to a horrible attack.

Kate had been taken captive by him, but she was made available to her family within a few hours. The waste was discarded on the side of a road outside of Florence. She was the reason that it had occurred, and it was the single most terrible thing that they had ever encountered in their whole lives.

When Kate reached the foot of the stairs that led up to a porch and an open front door, she stood there for a brief moment of hesitation. In the circular hallway, she was able to make out tiles that were black and white. There is a grand-looking interior.

Mr. Johnson is currently waiting.

The arm of one of the guys dressed in suits was extended in the direction of the home. He seemed to be nice enough, but she had the impression that it was just a cosmetic level of civility.

She climbed the stairs and entered the building via the entrance. Approaching her with a kind grin was a middle-aged lady who seemed to be in good shape.

Ms. McPherson, you are very welcome. Permit me to collect your belongings, please. Please come to the lounge, where Mr. Johnson is waiting for you.

By the time Kate gave up her hat and purse, she was so numb that she hardly even noticed that her maiden name was being used.

She was wearing a light coat in the manner of a cape over her shift dress, and she continued to wear it despite the fact that it was warm. She followed the lady, despite the fact that she did not like the feeling that she was entering the cage of the lion.

Not until she noticed the towering figure of Bryan, who was facing away from her and helping himself to a drink from a tray that was located on the other side of the room, did the feeling become even more intense.