'So he didn't leave...'
Laura Lowell went back to her bedroom, retrieved a blanket, and gently draped it over him before sitting down on the rug.
She stared at Aiden Shaw in a daze for a long while, her eyes tracing over his exquisite features—from his brows and eyes, to his high-bridged nose, his sexy lips, and his perfectly sculpted jaw.
'This man must be one of God's favorites. Every line, every contour... so utterly captivating.'
Laura Lowell gave a bitter smile. 'Even though we haven't made up yet, here I am, getting captivated by his good looks all over again.'
In truth, Laura Lowell was someone who took relationships very seriously. She believed Aiden Shaw wouldn't flirt or get involved with other women, but...
...she couldn't convince her own heart.
She was furious, jealous, bothered, and thoroughly annoyed, yet she was supposed to pretend she was perfectly fine with it all. She just couldn't do it.
At least for now, she had no intention of forgiving him.
