Chapter 85

There is a prickling sensation in Geoffrey’s nape.

It came from behind.

He turned around and saw Vernon sending him a meaningful stare that says: ‘I am watching you.’

While preparing for Adira’s drink, Vernon pointed his peaceful fingers at his eyes then towards Geoffrey’s side. There is tight surveillance at Geoffrey’s back, on which, he thinks not applicable at this moment. As if he will do something to Adira at this place.

Geoffrey picked up the wine glass and wiped it. He glanced at the woman sitting in front of the counter.

Her red hair reminds him of the dawn he saw on the beach a few days ago. Under the lightning of the bar, her hair shimmered. Her beautiful face, as always, demands attention. She has been graced with a look that could be of royalty and every time Geoffrey saw her, it made him blank.

Blank but not empty.

Adira’s presence tinged him an awe, and he always finds himself hardly working up the courage to greet her. But Geoffrey wasn’t new to this game. It just