But standing at the door was an unfamiliar man. Yara Quillan studied the handsome, refined man before her and frowned slightly. "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"
"Yara Quillan."
"..." Yara Quillan was certain she didn't know the man in front of her, but he felt vaguely familiar.
"My name is Sean Lowell." Sean Lowell gave Yara Quillan a gentlemanly smile.
After running into her at the hotel, Sean Lowell had gone out of his way to gather all the information he could on Yara Quillan. However, he found a six-year period that was a complete blank. Not only that, but at the very end of her file were two words: Amnesia.
"Do I know you?" Yara Quillan asked the man before her bluntly. "What do you want?"
"We used to be friends," Sean Lowell said without batting an eye, his voice even taking on a wistful quality. "More than friends, actually. We were a couple."
