The night air was crisp, brushing against Lin Wei's exposed arms like whispered warnings. She folded her arms tighter, more for comfort than warmth. The ballroom's golden glow still shimmered behind them, casting long shadows that flickered with the ghosts of violin strings and high society airs.
Ezekiel stood a few paces ahead, phone in hand, giving terse instructions to someone—probably James. His posture was rigid, yet strangely at ease, like someone who had been carved from marble and only recently given the ability to breathe.
Lin Wei found her gaze drawn to him again. She was probably being delusional and stupid but she couldn't help it.
And losing the sight of her reason too. She was only with him to serve as temporary mother's for his kids, yet something about him called to her.
The defensive curve to his shoulder, maybe. But he looked a bit lonely to her.
