Alessia looked at Veronica with surprise. ‘Did someone follow you? Or are you bringing home a guest?’
‘No.’ Veronica shook her head. ‘I took the elevator up by myself. Didn’t see anyone.’
She turned the doorknob.
The door swung open, revealing a striking figure in a sleek grey suit.
His intense gaze penetrated the room, scanning its occupants without so much as a blink.
In a heartbeat, his eyes locked onto Alessia—a tumultuous mix of emotions ignited between them.
The man’s eyes, filled with longing and weariness, spoke of a bitter struggle against the whims of fate.
‘Alessia?’ His voice quivered.
And there he stood, Brayden, a ghost from Alessia’s past she hadn’t laid eyes on in ages.
Time had etched its marks upon his once-youthful face, leaving traces of sor
