Today, Kenneth was still dressed in a flawlessly tailored bespoke suit. His jawline was sharp and cold, his expression steady and dominant, his entire presence wrapped in an icy, cutting aura. Those eyes of his, as if they could see straight through everything, were sharp enough to make anyone uneasy.
The moment Kenneth appeared, every gaze in the room locked onto him. That overwhelming presence, the kind of maturity forged through storms and pressure, was enough to make every woman lose focus. Whispered discussions and sharp, excited gasps kept rising without pause.
Yvonne's eyes also landed on him. Since that night at the hotel, she hadn't seen Kenneth for days. Just looking at him was enough to make her legs go weak. She could never forget the madness of that night, and the marks on h
