"You truly ought to be grateful. You are such a troublesome lady. Just how many times do I have to save your life?" the man said in exasperation.
He was tall, probably six feet or more and he had long, flowing hair that looked so silky. He had a thin sharp nose and kissable full lips. His eyes were mesmerizingly the colors of a rainbow and it made Stella gaze and unconsciously try to look closer. He arched one of his elegant brows that looked like a painting and she realized that she had not responded yet.
"I'm sorry," Stella quickly said. Then blinked when she realized what he had said. "What do you mean by how many times?"
"I have stopped counting the times I had to save you because it was too much of a pain to keep count since your life is almost always threatened," the man flicked his hand again and now they were seated in a dining room and there was a lot of food on the table.
