No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 562

I was experiencing a total disconnect from reality, there's no other explanation for it.

Otherwise, my gut reaction would have been to scream or bolt for the door.

But I didn't. Instead, I just squatted there, dumbly asking who he was.

"Little lady, why so blue? Heartbroken?" The man had the quintessential Western look—deep-set eyes, a high nose, and distinctly chiseled features, yet he spoke perfect English with a hint of an exotic accent.

He nailed it. Somehow, he could see right through to the reason for my sorrow.

"Who are you?" I asked, sounding dumber than I felt.

But as soon as the words left my mouth, my brief lapse in consciousness was jolted back to reality, and I immediately thought of the boss of Club Q.

But I wasn't sure it was him. In my mind, the boss was a rugged, burly man, something akin to a Lord type.

Yet, the man standing before me was the epitome of refined elegance, with a mature charm about him.

Had I encountered him on the street, I might have mistaken him for a male model or something of the sort.

Suddenly, I remembered Conrad mentioning the Club Q boss had an injury, so I scrutinized the man more closely.

However, I saw nothing out of the ordinary, just that the more I looked at him, the more strikingly handsome he appeared.

"My name is Henrik Taylor," he said with a slight lean forward, and I realized just how close he was to me.

I instinctively recoiled, but his hand reached out, seemingly wanting to touch my face, yet I turned my head away.

Still, his hand landed on my head, patting it as one might a small animal, "You can call me Henrik, or Skye if you prefer."

I dodged his touch again, curling up like a cornered animal, "What do you want?"

I didn't scream. Even if I did, by the time Conrad could rush in, I'd likely already be in this man's grasp.