Chapter 15

Hands that were having a crisscross pattern of veins were fumbling with the objects kept on the table making other people that were sitting near take a look at him and then unable to remove their eyes from the face that even brought Adonis to shame.

Silver irises glazing like platinum were veiled by long lashes that kissed his cheekbones now and then when they fluttered as he immersed in deep thoughts. Mahogany hair with natural strikes of glazed brown were tussled yet maintaining their silk like texture when he wondered why Aurora was not here yet.

Oh…he was an hour earlier.

Was it because he was once a bully or his own personality was a little gray that even now his charm was enchanting yet lethal. Once those silver irises met with another, none were able to retain that gaze as if it allowed him to penetrate inside another’s soul and discover their deep dark secrets. People wondered what made a man as such bring a bouquet of gardenia flowers that were snow white