Avery's face flushed pink as she watched Sebastian descend the stairs gracefully. His upper body was dripping with water, and his wet black hair became even darker like coal.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her breath stiffened.
'You need to wake up. Athletes have this kind of body. Avery,'
"Nothing is new about him. Remember, he is—"
"Why are you standing behind the door, all dazed out?" His cold voice rang through her ears like a symphony, settling at the pit of her stomach.
Her heartbeat accelerated in her chest because of the aura and charisma this man exuded.
Avery scolded herself for staring too long as she walked inside the spacious sitting room. Staring at him straight in the eye to give a useless excuse.
She parted her lips to speak, but he didn't wait for her reply as he walked deeper into the spacious room. Instead of stopping, he took a left turn and opened another door behind the stairs.
