Trapped By The Cold-Hearted Billionaire
As she reached his side, she stopped abruptly, her breath catching in her throat.
Before her, the horizon blazed with fiery hues of orange, pink, and gold as the sun dipped below the trees. The colors spilled across the sky, painting it in a way that made her heart ache with its beauty.
“I thought you might like it,” Easton said softly, his voice breaking through her awe.
Scarlet turned to him, her chest tightening as she realized what he’d done. “You remembered…”
He shrugged, his gaze fixed on the sunset. “You always said sunsets gave you inspiration. I figured we could use a little of that for the designs.”
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