C44 Chapter 42.2

“Hello, Mrs. McElroy,” Nocturne, a 35-year-old man, greeted. Geoffrey doesn’t know anything about the malicious guy who’s sticking close to Adira like a bug. But he can feel that he’s not a good deal.

“Oh, Mr. Nocturne. Good evening,” Adira greeted back.

Wearing a sly smile, Nocturne glanced at Adira’s body; her legs, her slim waist, her bust and her face