Killian looked immaculate.
When he moved back, some of the executives in the meeting room caught sight of the purple bruising on his wrists.
It was expertly covered under the sleeve of his navy suit when he sat straighter but it made people curious.
Howevever, nobody really dared to approach him and ask questions like: President, why do you have bruises on your wrist? Is everything alright?
While they were immersed in their thoughts, so was Killian because he also caught sight of his bruises.
Every time he caught sight of those, he saw those jade-green eyes haunting his mind. And everytime he thought of that woman who had him handcuffed, the image of a certain kitten he was raising flashed in his mind.
It bothered him, a tad bit more than he would admit honestly.
Killian pinched the spot between his brows, "Is it fun running away from me?"
"P-President?"
Unknowingly, he had said that out loud.
Killian looked up, raising a brow quietly.
