Stella Lowell's heart was beating impossibly fast, her mind overflowing with fantasies: Aiden Grant, walking toward her like a prince in a fairy tale, closing the distance step by step, then gallantly taking her hand and kissing the back of it…
Before her daydream could end, Aiden Grant was already in front of her, those long legs striding right up; the tall man stood straight, looking down imperiously at Stella's flushed face, "Second Miss Lowell, my wife once threw a glass of wine at you…"
Aiden Grant deliberately paused here, his deep, star-like eyes staring at the shy but carefully poised Stella Lowell, a flash of disgust quickly surfacing in his gaze.
The scent of her perfume was overpowering—too much of anything turns foul. Aiden Grant found Stella Lowell's fragrance particularly repulsive!
