Lara's steps faltered like a bird losing mid-flight. A jolt of agony, raw and unexpected, ripped through her chest. This was not part of the plan. Bruno, the last person she expected to see, stood before her, a sneer twisting his features.
"Miss Smith," he drawled with a cruel mockery, "or should I say, Mrs. Sullivan? What a delightful surprise. Gracing my restaurant with your presence, no less."His words slammed into her. "Your restaurant?" The echo of disbelief in her voice stunned her. This plush, elegant establishment belonged to him! Why didn't she know about it?"Indeed," he confirmed, his gaze as cold as the winter wind. "I recently bought this restaurant."
Lara's mind reeled. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Bruno was a mere bodyguard. How could he arrange so much money to buy a luxury restaurant like this in the heart of the city?
"Bruno, I know you are upset with me; you shouldn't make such a joke."
