The slender fingers trailed her waist gently as if it will be fractured from a slightest grip. Hence, Dem was not able to move an inch because she was afraid that her illusions might disappear at any moment.

The familiar scent that she was craving for so long was embracing her in reality. But --------- is this reality? Is this the man she loves the most? Is this Fergus De Villa? Is this her husband?

" Honey, ------- when are you planning to come back? " She touches his arms, feeling it as if it was real. Silly! She might be out of her mind that she even felt and...