Liona's POV
I stopped dead in my tracks right there in the garden, my boots sinking slightly into the soft, damp soil near the rosebushes.
His playful yet deep words echoed relentlessly inside my head, vibrating through my thoughts like a persistent drumbeat.
'Do you want me to follow you there?'
I turned around slowly, my skirts brushing against the low stone border of the flowerbeds.
He was still standing tall in the center of the sunlit garden, his massive arms crossed casually over his broad chest.
That arrogant, infuriating smirk was plastered perfectly across his handsome face.
He looked exactly like a man who had already won the ultimate prize, completely confident in his own charm.
It was as if he knew every single word I was going to say before I even opened my mouth to speak.
I walked right back toward him, abandoning my attempt to escape to my room.
My hands planted themselves firmly on my hips, my jaw tightening as I closed the physical distance between us.
