The chauffeur, poised in front of the sleek black Audi, opened the door with a practiced ease. Damien Sterling stepped out, his legs as statuesque as those of a runway model.
Damien Sterling casually adjusted his collar, lifting his head with an air of confidence, his gaze serene yet profound, reminiscent of a path leading into a dark, foreboding forest.
For a moment, there was no movement inside the car.
Damien stopped, his almond-shaped eyes slightly trembling, half-turning his cheek, his voice deep and resonant, "Aren't you getting out?"
Inside the car, Miss Emma Hart shivered from the icy coldness in his voice alone, his indifference always suffocating.
Mrs. Harris, waiting at the door for some time, hurriedly prepared slippers as she saw Damien Sterling approaching the villa.
She couldn't hide her surprise at the sight of Miss Emma Hart following him.
