CHAPTER 58
Whenever she looked into the mirror and saw the reflection with her dyed hair to whitish grey, she couldn’t help but miss her brownish-red and a bit curly hair. But as the hair stylist suggested, it did improve her mood.
She wondered how fiery and furious she might have appeared the last couple of days if her hair had been the same.
She opened the door to her room, gazing at her phone and the images of the race track she had taken. She suddenly crashed into some solid hard chest. She felt his large hand support her back instantly.
She caught her breath and looked up; she didn’t expect what she saw and heard.
“Watch out!” his deep voice mumbled.
Despite the dim lighting in the room, she could still make out his pronounced facial features and well-defined jawline. She smil
