The news of Victor's allergy to women had always been kept tightly under wraps. Very few people knew about it. Sienna knew only because they had studied together since junior high school and had grown up within the same small circle of familiarity and distance.
But the woman he had reportedly carried away at the Goldking banquet—
What background did she have?
The embrace just now had not been impulsive.
It had been deliberate.
A test.
She had wanted to see whether his allergy had been cured.
Yet he had dodged her instinctively, almost ruthlessly.
Her chest tightened with anger and unease, but her face betrayed nothing.
After so many years, she understood one thing clearly: Victor despised women whose intentions were too obvious.
That was why she had never worried about Veronika, even though that woman's interest in Victor was practically written across her forehead. From the tilt of her chin to the way her fingers brushed a sleeve, everything about her flirted.
