"Claire, how are you doing?"
The man asked, his voice was careful as if he was afraid of scaring her.
Claire frowned and looked at him indifferently. "Do we know each other?"
The man took off his mask, revealing a stunningly handsome face.
His black hair was hanging down, his skin was fair, and underneath his delicate brow bones, his eyes were deep and dark. He slightly pursed his thin lips. A dark gleam flickered across his unfathomable eyes and the tear mole under his eyelids added a touch of wickedness to him.
He looked rebellious, awe-inspiring yet fatally attractive.
Spark slowly raised Claire's chin and smiled. "Claire, do you know me now?"
Claire's gaze swept across his face emotionlessly. "No."
"You say it again!" The man suddenly held the back of her head and pulled her head close.
His eyes turned bloodshot as if he was about to tear her to pieces. "Look at my face. Tell me do you know me or not?!"
