Chapter 265 A Storm Named Ace

• I stared at him, my brain desperately trying to calculate whether I had finally completely lost my mind and started hallucinating out of pure, desperate obsession, or if he was genuinely, physically standing right in front of me in the flesh.
• His dark hair was plastered flat against his forehead, water streaming down his sharp jawline and soaking straight through his ruined clothes, and his dark eyes were locked onto mine with a raw, terrifying glare.
• Slowly, I lowered the baseball bat, letting the heavy end rest against the floor.