Five years ago, Violet Don would have been nervous when alone with Noah Bates, her heart cautious and guarded, yet now, after five years, times had changed, people had come and gone. Nothing was left in her heart except numbness.
As the elevator slowly ascended, Noah Bates watched Violet Don's profile. The man had a face as delicate and exquisite as a painting, and when he stared at her, she felt the penetrating heat of his gaze.
If it had been five years ago, he certainly would not have had such an expression, even wishing that Violet Don would stay far away from him, possibly for their entire lives.
But now, his scalding gaze fixed on her like the leader of a wolf pack homing in on its prey, made Violet Don feel cornered with no escape.
With a ding, the elevator doors opened. Violet Don walked out first, and Noah Bates, after a long silence, followed suit, his eyes on her slender figure. At the doorway of Room V2, Violet Don finally stopped.