His fingers traced lightly over the back of her hand, an inexplicable tickle that felt like an electric current surging through her heart, prompting Quiana Sutton to quickly withdraw her right hand.
"What are you doing here?"
Durrell Landon's eyes retained a hint of laughter as he reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"Cece, you clearly don't take care of yourself. It's only been four days at the apartment, and you've already drunk so much. Come back to Imperial View Manor with me."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
What had gotten into Durrell Landon? Calling her Cece? Even before he lost his memory, they weren't this close.
She pushed away his presumptuous hand, her expression a bit cold:
"Before I met you, I was doing just fine on my own. I don't need your care."
Durrell Landon pulled her up from the ground, gently but firmly drawing her into his embrace:
"Come back with me to Imperial View Manor, and I'll give you the painting."
