Bella Acker took the keys and went upstairs; Damian Sinclair was still over by the balcony.
Right now he was sitting on a stool by the balcony window, his long legs crossed, one hand propping up his jaw with his eyes closed, looking rather leisurely and relaxed.
Bella Acker crept over quietly and realized his breathing was very even, as if he'd fallen asleep.
Only with this quiet, close-up scrutiny did she notice that Damian Sinclair's brows and eyes had actually grown much more mature than five years ago, and, as always, he was good-looking.
She had no idea how he took care of his skin—at such close range there wasn't a single flaw to be seen, you couldn't even see his pores.
Never mind his powerful family background and his own outstanding ability—just on looks alone, there were plenty of women lining up to throw themselves at him.
Did she really still want to be with him?
