CHAPTER 473. TO BELIEVE AGAIN. better to ask for forgiveness than permission

Milo's foot was tapping relentlessly on the floor of the elevator, like a little wind-up toy, as it climbed. They were just going to look at some buildings; it wasn’t anything special. Yet, seeing her lately was causing him some rather inappropriate reactions.

He knocked on the door, and when she opened it, Milo was speechless for a moment. She was wearing a red silk blouse and tight dark pants that accentuated all he