Adrian Qinn felt heat rising through his spine, his throat suddenly felt dry, and his heart beat slightly elevating. These symptoms were different from his illness… this one…
Adrian stiffened at the thought, his body frozen at the unexpected contact. Snow Jiang's small hands gripped the sides of his suit as she buried her face against him.
Her scent lingered faintly, soft vanilla mixed with antiseptic. It shouldn't have mattered to him, yet it unsettled him. His fingers twitched by his side, itching to push her away, but his hands remained by his side.
"Hubby…" Snow's voice came out soft and fragile, as she stood to his side linking both her hands around his waist. "You're making my mother misunderstand… now she thinks you don't love me."
She tilted her head up, her wide eyes shimmering with feigned innocence. Her lashes were long and dark as the night, her dark brown eyes almost the shade of black were mesmerizing… How could someone look so innocent?
