Imposing and composed, his features carved by the hands of the gods themselves, Micah exuded an irresistible air of mystery and aloofness.
Darya, feigning obliviousness, gracefully exited her vehicle, her high heels clicking on the pavement.
Wrapped in an exquisite emerald green dress that accentuated her every curve, she emanated confidence and an untainted purity.
‘Darya.’ Micah closed the distance with purposeful strides.
He was determined to clarify that he had nothing to do with the incident where she was surrounded by reporters.
Misunderstandings had plagued their relationship for too long, and he couldn’t bear it any longer.
But Darya remained unaffected.
She treated him as if he were invisible, not even sparing a glance in his direction.
She entered the gr
