Furrowing her brows, Emma Hart turned around, puzzled at the sudden disappearance of the man who was just amidst the crowd moments ago.
Shrugging it off, she thought perhaps he had wandered off somewhere. No matter, she decided to let it go.
However, before she knew it, Oliver Westmore stood before her, his gaze filled with intrigue and contemplation, as if brewing a storm of emotions silently as he looked straight into Emma's eyes, full of questions.
Emma was not oblivious to Oliver's intentions. It would have been truly surprising if she hadn't sensed even a hint of his feelings.
"Emma..." Oliver's voice carried a gravity, a seriousness as he locked eyes with her.
With just one glance at Oliver, Emma sensed trouble brewing. She dreaded he might declare his feelings, something she felt unprepared to handle. Not just for her sake, but the repercussions from Damien Sterling finding out were unimaginable.
