Chapter 178 The Serpent's Charade

Josh tilted his head back, the dim streetlights casting a hazy glow over his flushed cheeks. The faint indentations from his glasses still lingered at his temples, and his loosened tie coiled like a lazy snake against his collarbones. His shirt, half unbuttoned, revealed the taut lines of his chest rising with each uneven breath, a rare glimpse of dishevelment under his usual polished veneer. Mia's gaze caught the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed, her fingers twitching with an almost hungry tremor.