63. ICY TOUCH

REMY'S POV. "Ms Maynard is here," the housekeeper, informed me as she passed by, her voice calm as usual. I didn’t react immediately, but when I turned my head toward the entrance, my gaze froze. She walked in. Isla. The loose golden dress she wore caught the light just enough to make her glow. It clung to her in all the right places but flowed freely where it didn’t, giving her a soft, effortless elegance. My eyes burned into every inch of exposed skin the fabric left uncovered, her smooth, toned thighs, the gentle curve of her arms, the delicate line of her collarbone that dipped into her cleavage. The faintest hint of her breast peeked out, teasing me, tormenting me with the memory of how she had felt beneath my hands. She hadn’t noticed me yet. Her focus was on Lirong, who had stepped forward to hug her with the usual warmth Isla seemed to inspire in everyone but me. "What are you doing? Checking Jinhai’s sister out?" Elwin’s voice cut through my thoughts like a bucket of ice water