"What is he doing, sitting like that and looking at me like I'm the television, while it's in the other direction?" Julie thought to herself, her gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of the Persian rug beneath her feet.
But she didn't dare raise her eyes and look at him, not yet. However, after what he said, she had no choice but to meet his piercing blue gaze.
Julie totally forgot about what made her run away from the mansion at night as she nodded about the topic of contract marriage, her mind reeling with uncertainty. "Okay," she said with a nod, looking at him, ready to hear what he had to say.
Roman, seated across from her in the opulent sitting room, exuded confidence and sophistication. His chiseled features, strong jawline, and perfectly styled dark hair made him impossibly handsome.
The soft glow of the crystal chandelier above highlighted his sharp cheekbones, and his accentuated broad shoulders.
He is like the devil king.
