Chapter 8 | The Warmest Storm (2)

Everyone walking in the group stopped. "What's the problem, Vernon?" Asked the man next to him.

But he ignored him, instead, he just went straight to Celestin. "Why are you here?" The tone he used on Celestin was appalling. It's as if he's saying that the maiden has no place in here.

Celestin looked at the man who just talked. She assessed his face bit by bit. Slicked back hair similar to warm honey dripping from its comb, a shining pair of emerald green eyes, his facial features was sharp yet delicate and his young face was outlined in the light, even more dazzling than usual. His position with his hands on his pockets and his face tilting downward made him look very sexy, so the girls at the scene were unable to stop their heartbeats from rising and their faces from flushing.

"Why won't I be?" And yet it had no effect on Celestin, she was looking at him in the eye without any trace of interest nor curiosity.