The autumn night carried a faint chill.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, and Tiana Thorne shivered from the cold.
She pulled back her gaze that had been following May Sloane's departing figure, turned around, and looked at him with a bit of blame in her eyes. "Since when did you like wandering around aimlessly on a freezing cold night?"
Aiden Shaw took off his light brown trench coat and, like a perfect gentleman, draped it over her shoulders.
That unique scent belonging only to him lingered around her nose, a light, pleasant smell that, for some reason, made her feel at ease.
The tiny bit of annoyance that had just risen in her heart vanished completely. "Are you cold?"
"Not cold."
This trench coat was originally prepared for her anyway.
Tiana had just lifted her foot to take a step when he caught her hand, then moved in front of her, turned his back to her, and slowly squatted down.
