THIRD PERSON'S POV
In the adjacent building of Maverick and Valencia's apartment, a man stood with his mask intact and a cigar in his hand.
He looked at the couple before him who were moving freely into Maverick's apartment and couldn't help but sigh.
For more than seven months, he had been looking for this girl, the girl who enchanted him with her beauty and softness.
He wanted to be good, not because he was a good man, but because she told him to.
She told him to live like a good gentleman, and he was ready to throw away his rogue life.
No. This feeling didn't come to him suddenly.
It took him an entire week to understand he had fallen in love with the girl.
Her moist eyes were full of wariness and hope, with a kind of peace he had been looking for everywhere. Everything kept roaming in his head.
