Chapter 169

At that moment, Maximilien's heart raced as he quickly turned to perceive an exquisite perfume that he knew all too well. His eyes immediately met Roshene's, and they gazed at each other for several seconds with complicit looks. They both felt their legs tremble and their heart rates go haywire. He swallowed hard, feeling disoriented at the sight of her. There was a pain in his chest, not a common pain from a blow or a wound, but a different kind of pain that, for some strange reason, felt good. He was left speechless and tried to compose himself so as not to look like a complete idiot. However, he couldn't take his eyes off her, off that Russian woman who had him madly in love. He had to admit that Roshene Barclay had him hopelessly in love, like no woman had ever done before. Having her close was his greatest pain because she was not free, and she was not his.