She saw Liam standing at the center of the party.
He was glaring at her with his piercing ocean-blue eyes. His intense gaze was fixed on her arm, which was hooked intimately with Fred’s.
For some reason, the latter wasn’t surprised to see him there.
Chloe’s jaw tightened as she silently inspected Liam. Many conflicting thoughts plagued her mind.
*What was he doing here?*
Holding his gaze, she assessed his choice of attire. He wore a perfectly tailored black Italian suit that draped elegantly over his broad shoulders.
Liam, who stood well over six feet tall, towered over Gwen. His aura was the same as the first time she had met him during Rose’s burial—lethal, with an undeniable touch of elegance.
That wasn’t something one could easily ignore. And the blunt beauty of hi
