CHAPTER 145. How could this happen?
CHAPTER 145. How could this happen?
Chiara stepped off the plane with elegance, her eyes bright and her head held high. Not a single strand of hair was out of place, nor was there a wrinkle on her clothes. John, on the other hand, leaned against the door of the plane looking like a tornado had just hit him, with his tie askew, hair tousled, and face flushed as if he’d been given a couple of good slaps. It was more than clear who had climbed on top of whom… and it definitely wasn’t him who had w