Standing fifteen feet apart, Giselle unexpectedly met Henry's gaze as she glanced upward.

His look was deep, indifferent, and cryptic.

Her sapphire blue silk dress sparkled under the sunset's glow, mirroring the texture of the ocean waves.

Giselle, teetering on her delicate high heels, swayed elegantly towards Henry and brushed against his shoulder, asking tenderly, “Is it over?”

Henry’s Adam’s apple twitched visibly, his breath hot and seething, his eyelashes ...