Chapter 274

• Rosalina's POV
• ​The showroom floor was hushed and climate-controlled, smelling of polished timber and expensive leather.
• ​The moment we crossed the threshold, the head sales consultant’s eyes locked onto Vesper like an eagle spotting a golden prize. Even in casual cashmere, the sheer presence of an apex male was impossible to hide—his height, the lethal line of his jaw, and that quiet, commanding aura that screamed unlimited territorial credit.