Dominic was visibly terrified by the man standing in front of them—eyes filled with fury, radiating a bone-chilling coldness. He tugged at Aurora's sleeve, his voice trembling as he stammered, "It's… Everett!"
Everett stood squarely in front of Aurora, his dark gaze locked onto her. From last night until now, he hadn't been able to sleep. Her face kept flashing through his mind, tormenting him with a storm of emotion he couldn't shake off.
"What's the matter? You don't want to see me?" Everett asked coldly, his brow arching as he noticed how Aurora lowered her head in silence.
"There! That's Everett!"
"Aurora's with him!"
"Hurry up! If we don't go now, it'll be too late!"
Not far off, a crowd of reporters began to gather, but Everett had come prepared—with enough bodyguards to keep them at a distance, only able to take photos from afar.
Nerida pulled the car over, frowning at Everett, whose face was as dark as a storm cloud.
