Shannon Morrison jogged over, sitting quietly beside him and resting her head on his broad shoulder. Her long time navigating the entertainment industry had honed her ability to read people. She knew he liked it when she did this... As for why he liked it, she didn't want to dig into it, nor would she ever try.
Julian Winslow turned his head, a distinct fragrance wafting into his nose.
"Did you put on perfume?" he asked, his tone indifferent.
Hearing his question, Shannon looked up at him with a coquettish smile. "Yes! Doesn't it smell nice?"
Julian furrowed his brows. Ignoring the beauty beside him, he abruptly stood up.
Caught off guard by his sudden movement, Shannon nearly tumbled off the sofa. She tilted her head up to look at him, only to find his eyes chillingly cold.
