He glanced at his watch and peek outside the window, parted the blinds as he lightly pushed aside the curtain.
A navy-blue car parked. Obviously, by how careful the driver is, it is a woman. He held his breath as a familiar svelte built came out.
Her hair that is wavy from its half is neither as dark as night, but not as light as brown either. With the gentle blow of the wind, it is being swayed, as lovely as clouds.
“There she is.” Rum keenly followed the woman’s every move.
“I know,” he uttered in agreement.
Her angelic face has never changed even a bit. Even the way she walks and greets everyone she meets remained the same.
“I knew it, you want to talk to her personally—just the two of you alone.” His guard tapped his shoulder. “Lux, I don’t know what is happening bu
