Chapter 69. A Face

Bruno pushed open the grand mahogany door of his family mansion, feeling exhausted all over. He dared to make a decision that may likely make his father roar like a wounded lion.

But for Beauty…

He took a deep breath and made his way across the marble-floored living room. It had been a long, intense day, and all he wanted was some peace and quiet.

Unfortunately for him, his sister, Abigail, was seated on the plush, cream-colored sectional, her eyes fixed on her laptop.

The soft glow of the screen reflected off the modern, glass coffee table in front of her. She looked up from her work as he walked by, immediately catching a familiar scent in the air.

“That… feminine perfume?” Abigail raised an eyebrow, closing her laptop slowly. “Bruno, who is she?”

Bruno rolled his eyes subtly, too tired to entertain her questions. He simply ignored her and walked toward the hallway that led to his suite.

The smell she mentioned was faint but noticeable, a