'Who are you, Renna?'
Apparently Ronan was present in the study room but his mind was somewhere else, roaming around every single thought which was related to only one woman Renna Amaryllis.
The only audible thing Ronan Ross could hear was his heart pumping blood at a fast pace, something which had never happened before.
He had numerous bees around him, seducing and always in the chance of chatting with him but none of them had dared to speak to him like that. No wonder he took a liking precisely an interest in Renna because the lady had been bold, blunt and fearless in front of him.
'Why am I still thinking about you? Is it because you have the face of my late wife?'
The mafia king felt himself stuck into a room with multiple mirrors and each had Amaris's face. But still the query had disturbed him and left him awake that why he was unable to find a single clue to expose Renna Amaryllis?
