166: A Shadow from the Past (IV)

"Ayla?" 

She was having trouble finding her voice as soon as the voice reached her ears. It was all too familiar to her. Her eyes met Alex's, who was already staring at the owner of the voice. While every fiber of her body screamed for her to not turn around, she went against her instincts and looked over her shoulder. 

And there he stood with all of his charm, hands tucked inside the pockets of his trousers, the suit fitting him like a glove. Well, it was tailored for him to fit like one. The way he held himself upright with squared shoulders definitely made him look a little too proud. But it was a look only he could pull off without crossing the other person. Though there was one thing which didn't settle well with Ayla: the frown evident in between his brows. 

"Hey." 

It took her some time to find her voice, but she managed to pull it off nonetheless. 

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