148: The Scandal (I)

Claude looked up from his phone as he heard the door click. A small smile swept across his face as he eyed the beauty before him. 

"Well, don't you look lovely." He couldn't stop himself from throwing out a praise as his eyes travelled up and down her frame. 

Ayla was donning a deep red gown with an A-line silhouette. There was a slit running up on one side, leaving part of her right leg bare. She was barely wearing any accessories, though she didn't need to. Her blood smeared lips were enough to garner anyone's attention.

"Thank you. You don't look half bad yourself." Ayla couldn't meet his strong gaze. Her eyes looked everywhere but at him. She knew that it would only end up on a bad note for her if she was to look him in the eye. Moreover, she failed to understand his motives. One moment, he was pushing her away whereas the very next, he was openly flirting with her. 

"Ouch.