Chapter 118
- Miranda’s POV
- Desmond blocked my path as I exited the restaurant, his expression plastered with a self-satisfied smirk that did nothing but annoy me. His desperation to hold my attention was written all over his face, and for someone who claimed to have everything under control, he was anything but subtle.
- “Miss Laila,” he started, his tone a mix of pleading and practiced charm. “I was hoping we could talk.”