How could she not look like she'd seen a ghost? He is standing there, in his bathrobe, looking as hot as a cheesecake straight from the oven.
His hair was damp and the wine glass in his hands, slightly swinging the liquid in it.
And he's saying she looks pale….
"Mia?" Ryan called.
Mia pulled back from him, trying to clear her head.
'Focus Mia! What on earth is wrong with you?!' She scolded herself.
"Are you okay?" Ryan's worried gaze landed on hers. If he found one thing that seems to be bothering her, whatever it may be can kiss himself goodbye.
"I'm fine!" Mia replied, suddenly feeling the anger she had marched in with, resurfacing again.
"I went to the closet….the bags, and shoes and jewellery?" Mia asked
Ryan exhaled in relief; he'd thought something terrible had happened to h
