Emily would have kept her focus on Arwen if another magnetic voice hadn't scooped her away in a dream bubble.
That voice was mesmerising, and the moment she heard it, she couldn't stop her heart from swooning over it.
Suddenly, Arwen in front of her eyes didn't matter. Instead, she turned on her heels to look in the direction from which the voice had come.
And her eyes sparkled the moment it caught Aiden's handsome looks and his perfect build.
Did bodies like that even exist?
He had all the right, tempting muscles, yet he didn't resemble those bulky gym-obsessed men. Instead, his physique could put even top models to shame.
Her daze only broke when she felt desperate tugs on both sleeves.
"Emily, he is so handsome. Can I have him? Please…" one of the two minions spoke dreamily.
The other piped in from behind. "Yes, Emily. Leave him for us. Please. You can have anyone after you become the heiress of the Quinn family. Just not him, please. Leave him for us."
