Roxanne had nowhere to go after fleeing the room, so she hid in the stairwell.

As she leaned against the wall and panted, she reached up to touch her aching lips. It felt as if the man’s warmth was still lingering on them.

A moment later, Roxanne lowered her eyes self-deprecatingly.

It had been many years, and she thought she had no feelings for Lucian anymore. Yet, after just one meeting with him, the man was wreaking havoc in her mind again.

After a while of recomposing herself later, ...