She could hardly believe her eyes. A closer look confirmed she wasn't mistaken.
So, it was Nora Ainsworth who had occupied his heart all this time.
Only her.
No one else could ever catch his eye.
Charlotte Young clenched her fists, her nails digging into her flesh without her even noticing.
Quentin Grant sped away in his car and pulled up in front of his house.
His hands remained on the steering wheel, unmoving. Tonight, his heart was a mess.
When she, blindfolded, had touched his face, Quentin Grant couldn't forget the cool sensation of her fingers on his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and even his lips.
The instant she lowered her hand, he and Ethan Ellsworth had discreetly switched places.
That was why Nora Ainsworth saw Ethan Ellsworth when she turned on the lights and removed her black blindfold.
He pushed open the car door, got out, and instinctively glanced at the apartment floor across the street.
As if she were right there, inside.
