He looked at her flushed little face, curled his lips, and responded evasively, "Who are you hiding from, like you've seen a ghost, sweating all over?"
To him, it seemed like just a casual gesture, but as his fingertips touched her forehead, Scarlett Yates's already racing heart began beating even faster.
When the cool fingertips lightly skimmed across her forehead, her heart was beyond her control, trembling so violently that it seemed even her chest was quivering.
All around were the sounds of a noisy crowd, the beach was packed with people. Yet, to her surprise, she could hear her own heartbeat amidst the clamoring surroundings.
In the warm breeze, the subtle aura from his body lingered, enveloping her.
Scarlett Yates heard her heart beating louder and faster, like a drum being pounded, and suddenly, as if electrocuted, she abruptly pushed him away.
