Hearing this, Serena glanced down at the clothes she was wearing. She'd put a little more thought into choosing them than usual, but it was still just a regular shirt and pants—nothing different from her work attire.
She lifted her lashes, meeting Adrian's gaze, calmly stating the fact: "Wedding photos have a red background. Wearing white is just right."
Adrian lowered his eyes to look at her, his thick, long lashes casting fan-shaped shadows on his lower lid. The walk-in closet was spacious and bright, but they stood so close that the unmistakable allure in the air couldn't be ignored.
Serena kept her composure: "I'll go out first."
She'd barely moved two steps when her wrist was suddenly caught, pulled back with irresistible force.
Serena was caught off guard, stumbling straight into Adrian's arms, her palm instinctively pressed against his solid chest. Skin against skin instantly sparked a scorching heat.
