"What was his name again?" Gwen mumbled under her breath racking her memory. "Young...yes, Taylor young. That was the name her mother said."
Although Gwen never saw him again after that incident, she was still impressed that someone so audacious could challenge Amelia's monster of a husband.
Adjusting the top button of her blazer jacket to reveal more skin, Gwen's width of hammers captivated her smile as the man came closer to her.
"Mr Young," Gwen called out as the man walked past her as though he didn't notice her.
Tyler grinned devilishly, a wicked glint flashing across his shaded eyes as he halted, slowly turning his head around to assess the chubby woman in front of him.
His sophisticated and commanding aura made Gwen tremble a little as she added.
"Taylor Young, am I right?"
"And who is asking?" Tyler slowly took off his glasses, the chilliness in his sharp gaze dropping the already cold temperature around them.
