Chapter 14 You Smell Familiar

“How are you?” he asked. His voice was alluring as they were composed. On the one hand, they were pleasing to listen to.

Lyla shook her head and immediately released herself from him.

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

“You’re nervous.”

“I’m not,” she said, talking a few steps back.

She would deny that. However, Mark Pattinson had read countless others. He could easily tell if someone was nervous.

However…

Her scent… Was very familiar.

He got closer, little by little, and Lyla frowned immediately. She had to retreat. What was he going to do to her?

“What are you doing?” Lyla asked, annoyed. Looking at him alone made her more nervous than ever and now, whatever he was doing, how could she remain calm?

He knew she was nervous yet Mark continued to stare deep into her. The smile that formed from the corner of his lips was capable of enticing.

“What do you think I was going to do?”

Lyla remained quiet. No matter she says, she will only be at the disadvantage.

Lyla kept herself quiet and she looked at him saying, “President Pattinson. For you to be so close to me, others might misunderstand…”

Mark’s eyes remained glued to her. He was not answering, only his eyes lowered down and landed on her fair, beautiful face. Something about her seemed awfully familiar.

“Lyla Lowe…” he muttered the same nonchalantly again. His eyes stared deeply into her face. That suspicious look on his face was a sign. A sign that he was going to remember something. And that made Lyla’s heart beat so fast it could just burst through her chest.

“Your smell… It’s very familiar…” he said.

Lyla’s entire being got stiff. She just stood there, finally opening her mouth to talk, “President, jokes aside, I don’t use perfume.”

‘What kind of smell is he talking about?’

Mark Pattinson remained quiet.

Lyla immediately took a step back and said, “President Pattinson, if there’s nothing I can do for you more, I’ll take my leave.”

After that, Lyla turned around, and went through the door. Her pace was fast and hurried, fearing that if she was slower, Mark might call her out again.

Mark, on the other hand, was mere looking from the back. His lips arched into a trickster’s smile.

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