Chapter 48

Emelda's POV

I opened the door, my jaw dropping in surprise and awe as I saw Bryan standing there.

Bryan dressed in a shiny black Tuxedo suit and a white collar shirt which revealed a little of his upper chest stood out impeccable.

Aside from his appearance, his demeanor was calm and collected and his hair styled in a way that would make any lady rush into his arms.

My heart began to race, my body betraying me as I remembered the night of intimacy we had shared, my mind filling with thoughts of his touch, his words, his warmth.

"Bryan," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper as I spoke, my eyes meeting him as I fought to control my emotions, my knees growing weak as I tried to keep myself from falling into his arms.

As I fought to control my emotions, my mind whirling with thoughts of Bryan and the night we had shared, I bit down on my lower lip, my jaw clenching as I forced myself to focus.

And then successfully winning over my emotions, my expression hardening into a frown.