Everything happened so fast. One moment, Irene was in a shelter, smoke choking her lungs. Next, a man swept her into his arms and carried her out like a knight in shining armor.
"Miss Gorgeous, are you okay now?" his calm voice asked.
Irene blinked her eyes open, realizing she was already in his car. She coughed a few times, trying to clear the smoke from her chest, then nodded. "Y-yes, thank you."
Then Irene turned to face the man, and she instantly regretted it because the moment she did, her body grew hot as if someone had turned on the heater, and her heart began to race like a galloping horse.
Holy heavens! The man who had just saved her was so handsome, one could easily mistake him for an angel…only that he didn't have a soft feature like angels would.
His face was sculpted to perfection, and the scar across his left eye gave him a regal, dark look. He was so huge and tall that he easily covered enough space in the car.
