Seeing Aurelia Shaw walk out, her figure slender, her features delicate and beautiful, long curly hair cascading behind her, dressed in a snappy leather jacket and jeans, the Viscount Johnson felt moved, and his heart ached a bit.
No matter how beautiful she was, she wasn't his.
But belonged to another man.
Another man he couldn't win against, no matter how he fought or struggled.
Aurelia got in the car and found Viscount Johnson unusually quiet today. Her eyebrows gently knit together into a knot, "What are you staring at? Drive."
The Viscount started the car, calming the thoughts in his heart, and flashed a smile showing his small tiger teeth at Aurelia, whistling, "I was thinking why you dressed so fiery today."
"Can you be serious?" Aurelia flicked the back of his head from behind.
